This trouble all started with Jona’s
New Year gift.
The news came as a big shock.
There is bloodshed in the land.
And food? There is no money to buy
it.
No fuel to power our generators;
Our houses become like incinerators.
There is no money for feeding.
How exactly are these people leading?
We cry, cry and cry.
They? On their king-sized beds they
lie.
Out of hunger we become so lean,
While they eat the best food.
We can’t even afford a common bean,
But they are always in a jolly good
mood.
While we commit suicide,
They go about spraying money like
insecticide.
When will this vanity stop?
Time will tell…
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