How can you look down upon the masses, for tryin to amass what your culture loves to lavish,
Your method's savage, takes the people's souls and then sufficiently ravages,
O the damages!
Empty comotosed individuals, walking through our villages,
As the epidemic ruthlessly is killing kids,
Gives its word to satisfy but renigs on all its promises,
They walk about bewildered, the whole bunch of novices,
Saving them? Why are we pointing fingers asking all, "Whose job is this?"
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