A land of care, a careful blend,
Where many share, and few descend.
For all, a roof, a doctor's hand,
A helping step across the land.
The strong help weak, the rich give more,
To build a life for every door.
Less gap between, more trust we find,
A peaceful peace for all mankind.
But cost is high, the taxes climb,
To keep this good, this precious time.
And rules are many, red tape binds,
Sometimes slowing eager minds.
And if the purse is sometimes bare,
The system falters, needing care.
For future's path, a shifting sand,
To keep the balance in this land.
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