There they go again,
Like little pigs clambering to the sty
Continuing as this country's bane
As the youth cast a weary eye.
We are broken, we do not fight,
We just watch on as they fumble and stumble,
Grumble about past follies and continue
to make our country crumble.
To them we are the blight.
What's the point in blind hope,
Dreams get dashed.
They continue to garrotte,
We continue to get bashed.
This is no country for young or the old,
The weak, the hungry or the cold.
These are the people you cajoled,
Our honour you did not uphold.
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