Working Nation
Working Nation
There is a lot of talking
A lot of hating, walking
Enough eating of ‘our’ share.
Everyone is arguing
No one is guilty
No one is responsible.
The Act of God they call it;
In accordance to whose
The weaker ones die
The stronger ones splash
Into the deeper end of their riches.
So those who love peace preach it,
Those who talk argue
While those whose hands are tied
Are nursing heartaches.
That stench -
The stench of a rotten nation
Of someone arguing with a fool -
Of two fools arguing;
That stench -
It’s existence is waning!
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