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Latin Poem

Mundus Mutat
 

Mundus est inbecillum aedificium

Semper mutat, semper crescit.

 

Sed nunc, populato et ruina

Sunt veniunt aput momentum ullum

 

Quomodo agibat mundus existit hic modus

Cur est mundus hic modus

 

Fumus in coelo

Scrutum in oceanis

 

Et conscriptus vertunt caecus oculus

Ad totus reliquum sonticus

 

Spero possumus destinamus

Et facite  mundus bene locus

The world is a fragile structure.

Always changing, always growing.

But now, devastation and destruction

Can come at any moment

How did the world become this way

Why is the world this way

Smoke and fumes in the air

Trash in the oceans

And politicians who turn a blind eye

To all the things that matter

I hope we can fix this

And make the world a better place

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