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For a while they sat and contemplated
Rocks and other flying things
No time was spent on the work at hand
At foot or dick it doesn’t matter
All the pointless chitter-chatter
Seemed a far more pressing matter
Than saving a world that's not worth saving
Where the kings are blind and the poor are craving
Bread
Olive bread, bane of man,
A bunch of blackened coals in a frying pan
Their hunger wasn’t stilled
Then came the drought
The king was gone and all day long
They digged the soil for roots
So this is a song about the time
They spent without
Bread
The poor are craving bread
Because you can not feed the dead
CARAMBA!
Will the poor be craving bread tomorrow?
Can you feed the dead with words of sorrow?
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