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In a time of need
People have to feed
Drought and depression are near
The only emotion adrift is fear

Children no longer run the streets
Parents keep them away from where the homeless meet
Banks are closed with all of the money
There is not a soul, who thinks that it is funny

Ignorance of the war
What did we fight for?
To get out of the recession?
I think we need a confession

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