Romantic cannibals
Survive but destroy
Their kind
In unkind passion
Lashing out
Bashing for fashion
and lashing
The cash in
While we starve for our ration
Will the world pray for the day
You were born
To the wrong place
Wrong face
Wrong race?
While you did nothing to change the pace
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