The Bewail City
The Bewail city
Ragged into pieces of pain
Each piece tormenting a certain taxpayer
Not even a solitary taxpayer skimped on
Oh the city of bewail!
Walloping at taxpayers
With no apparent misdemeanor
Gazing as their dreams are being dismantled
As they gawk in utter dejection,
Hoping to discern a glim.
And with each passing day
Siphons life off them
But they hang on,
Grasping to life each single day.
Oh well, the high and affluent officers lively
Channeling the city's riches into vested interests
Squandering more city's riches into their own
More than a backyard garden spends water
More than a body spends blood
What city is this?
Timorous taxpayers hide faces in fear
Fear to question and combat all
Greener pastures out of reach
Trapped in the bewail city
Oh down in the dumps!
What city is this?
What city really is this?
A taxpayer shouted "It is the bewail city"
Oh it really is.
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