Moan, Moan, Moan
When will the lights come on,
people wake up,
too much is wrong,
digging our own rut,
giving up our home,
jobs being cut,
picking our bones,
kick in the gut,
moan, moan, moan.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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