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The leaders of the country
When sworn in, never swore
That our distaff of history
Be plagued with wrong no more.
A tumult and a rising
Hath risen up of late;
Where brothers dear and men at arms
Voiced out against the state.
Where goods were fairly traded
Both bartered with and sold;
Our brothers were as brothers true
In the brave days of old.
Then one was for a party
Then all were for the state;
Then the great man helped the poor man
And the poor man loved the great.
But man to man is now
More spiteful than a beast;
And discounts make a lady wild
And thrice as hard to please.
Such cravenly behaviour
Is respected and revered;
And spreads its quality through the land
As when it first appeared.
A nation gripped with hunger
Is forevermore in need;
Curse the hand that made my land
A fine nation indeed.