You made me cry for aeons,
That I forever bleed, you made so sure;
You stripped me of all my haves,
And you labeled me a lazy poor.
By your bigoted systems and laws,
You made me numb so I cannot talk;
By the weapons of sheer paucity,
You crippled me so I cannot walk.
You made it your job
To make your fun,
Seeing me fall while I run.
You felt messianic when I cried for help,
You gave me crumbs when I had no food;
And now forever indebted for life,
You want me poor so you'll feel good?
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