Crossed rivers, blocked canals, an island marching to death and drought, Undug wells, more pipelines, and black gold warming up a continent. brrRaining $Ss, in a long winter, frozen on mountain tops, Assume you'd see, all too real, from a cozy health resort. It's the bird's eye view, from far above, for masters in high orbit, Far too close, too much fog, though, not for the peasants below. So many souls, many more droids, Too much noise, the hum of flying drones. Watched in surprise over starlinked cities, Yet in silence over the desert of wells. Let's flatten all unto a screen, 2D. Easier to navigate! Invaders bad. Dictators crazy. Patriots duty, A Molotov cocktail. And a vote in democracy (F̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶o̶n̶a̶r̶c̶h̶, I̶n̶ ̶d̶e̶c̶l̶i̶n̶e̶.) An emperor's council, comedians, warriors, And a flying circus beating drums. Here are the directions! Quite simple, you'll see! Work. Drink, dance, snort! Maybe sing and barely eat. The red lines, better not cross, And be m