How To Screw Your Senior Citizens - Poem by Debora Soramaki
There's one country on this planet
That is hard to understand,
Its Authorities strip away ones dignity
While lending a so-called helping hand.
God forbid if one should fall
Or forget a family name,
Everything will be taken away,
It's all part of their game.
Let's administer some drugs,
There's no freedom for you now,
Forget about love and hugs,
You have nothing more to give.
Is it any wonder there are some
Who'll turn against a daughter or son,
Having worked hard all their lives,
If they didn't get along,
Would be left to their demise.
What a country, the only one.
(For my Aunt Norma, can she get her life back?)
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