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A Nation Full of Frustration
Representing a nation Too consumed by war and invasion, Who neglect the homeless — Leaving them sleeping on a box On the floor of a railway station. No hopes, no dreams, no money, Struggling to remember a time Their stomachs weren’t hollow and hungry, Wishing back to when they were babies, Cradled tight in the arms of the ladies who raised these. For them, life’s not funny — So down, so depressed, No help from the government, Not one ounce of interest. For them every night spent is frightened, But they’re sole survivors — The only warmth they find Is in the flickering flames of their lighters. We’re all represented by people Too consumed by tax and inflation, A government who’s dragged millions Into financial frustration. A country so hungry, It’s dying of starvation — A nation that’s crippled, Ruled by men who are fickle, And I thought mankind Was supposed to be civil
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