linesofbabelism（200字）
Up rose Phoebus from the west Men hummed prayers, the night be blessed Burns from hot summer days smashed in faces Children gather around some warm cozy fireplaces Air self-ignites at -30 degrees Sweet looking dandelions grew in trees Antisocialists sang the national anthem and belly danced Terrorists held hands, exchanged peaceful glances You are no more than a passing pedestrian As a swift horse to an equestrian This is a world that spins your head jelly soft With a gentle blow, it comes off! No panics, no fidgets Live your age up to a third digit When you look back, once and for all This mess is nothing but an ugly pratfall