Greed that addicts,
And promises of returning...
To an austerity inflicted with discipline,
Followed with strict restrictions...
Is not something familiar,
Those accustomed to feasting...
On credit to further their debts wish to hear.
But the ones who daily live,
Close to poverty most of their lives...
Are never asked to give their opinion,
On how they have managed to survive...
With a doing it surrounded by thieves.
Confiscating their resources.
While those who have fed themselves...
Selfishly,
Cry out in anguish.
And near to committing suicide as limits come,
With it done expected to gain themselves empathy...
On just a few thousand dollars a month to receive,
With impressions to make and maintain without caviar!
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