Raise the Taxes
a box of crackers
a loaf of bread
five cookies
four cans of soup
no meat
thats what they give you at the food bank
to las you three months
till your next government cheque
on disability
disabled
wheelchairs
unemployed
or deaf
mentally ill
living off less than a thousand dollars a month
not enough subsidised housing
but jump through our hoops
and come to our day program hungry and confused
for councelling
is what you get
The soup kitchen serves the same gruel
and it soo far away
preached to
when all you want is some food
and you know the truth no one gives
when the poor and needy need to recieve
i can solve this simply
believ in me
RAISE THE TAXES
give us more money
control the prices of your inflation in the market economy
set rent at a reasonable price
before i starve to death
and tell you how many days
i truthfully go to bed hungry
and dream about the chocolate sprinkles on the designer coffee
and wish i had clean clothes to wear
in the midst of you cover models
working to doctor the billion dollar industry of poverty
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