Five continents, oceans to make his playground
He has sometimes been great, sometimes very brave
To adapt he built, he showed inventiveness
To develop he produced without being very attentive
Five continents, oceans to fortify his empire
Sometimes he messed everything up, and sometimes he did worse
In a constant quest for evolution, he created dilemmas
By seeking too many solutions, he found problems

Yet
He walked on the moon
Yet
He danced on the dunes

Yet
He walked on the moon
Yet
He danced on the dunes

I saw on the same sidewalk benevolence and horror
I hear people every evening, John who laughs and John who cries
And on the road to progress, John who rushes and John who brakes
I am fascinated by our schizophrenic species
Fabulous living being with a double-edged brain
Often turned upwards but pulled by his inclinations
Fascinating duality, which creates bridges and ravages
Capable of the best, and capable of the wildest
Heads and tails, style and filth
By making beautiful avenues, he created dead ends
So much intelligence so poorly utilized
From drift to excess, he sacrifices himself

Yet
He walked on the moon
Yet
He danced on the dunes

Yet
He walked on the moon
Yet
He danced on the dunes

Five continents, oceans to run to his ruin
He created weapons capable of making everything disappear
He came, he saw, he conquered the ozone layer
He sawed the branch on which he had placed his throne
To go always faster and to produce stronger
He damaged life and accelerated death
He razed forests, polluted the sea and the land
Transformed climates and captured panthers
He created vaccines but created cancers
He created the printing press but created the nuclear weapon
He created painting and the most beautiful symphonies
But he created Trump, Zemmour, and Loft Story

Yet
He walked on the moon
Yet
He danced on the dunes

Yet
He walked on the moon
Yet
He danced on the dunes

Yet
He walked on the moon
Yet
He danced on the dunes

Yet
He walked on the moon
Yet
He danced on the dunes

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