Grains Of Pain Poem by Madrason .

Here in the West, I rest my case
we think we're civilised
we sell the phrasing Free
as 'the' standard for humanity
that we're the ones with dignity
we steel that food away from mouths
and sent them nope, and burn them out
before they start to shout Democracy
we send their despots Christmas-cards
with sympathy from whole our hearts;
here in the West, I rest my case
we think we're civilised
we sell the phrasing Free
as 'the' standard for humanity! M