Castaway's Tune
I’m a castaway because
Some officials gone mad
Even if I don’t fight wars
Others think I thrive from that
Maybe it’s an old prejudice
Or perhaps a different game
That I seem a bit too dangerous
Though they know I’m quite the same
And their dodgy politicians
Understand it, but they won’t
Change a thing in this fictitious
Little spamming world they own
So I’m humming my old tune
It’s Debussy-like, quite vague
Setting table at the noon
For the feast in time of plague.
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