The Mediterranean we Loved*
We killed you, yet, we claim to love you
No funeral, no grief, no pain
But your virgin beauty shall remain
In our hope that your life will return
Like a sunshine in the rain
They slaughtered the goose,
In quest for the yellow juice
We destroyed the reef
In quest for famine relief
They wanted the gold,
We needed to grow old
They wanted to thrive
We needed to survive
Diving in the sparkling blue
Like a mermaid would slew
Nevertheless, we killed you,
Yet, we claim to love you
Quietly died without a complain
For greed or just inane
Our hope that your life will return
Like a sunshine in the rain
* A story about the Mediterranean and the relationship with the sea in the camp, Chapter 2
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