The wedge is thin, wearing thinner & ever
scaly,
The people starving, while the state sings gaily,
Where´s the bread, for which we thank God daily?
While leaders hold back, hiding & shirking
palely.
The die is now cast & the mould forever
broken,
Politicians acted & to listening nations,
spoken,
But their words weigh light, merely mantled
token,
The people dislodged the wedge & now at
last woken.
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