Soup Kitchen
Politicians
proclaim
All
is fine
The
economy is getting stronger
All
the same
The
soup kitchen line
Everyday
is getting longer
They
have two pots
From
which to eat
One
with vegetables
And
one with meat
So
here I sit and wait
A
lengthy sermon comes first
Hear
the preacher pontificate
I
don't know which is worst
The
man with the awful smell
Or
threats of eternal hell
Still
I guess
This
is a blessing
My
life is a mess
And
I'm always guessing
Where
I'll get my next meal
Imagine
how I feel
Poverty
is real
So
to you in your lofty towers white
Who
eat luscious treats of delight
Of
whom the poor
You
choose to ignore
There's
a whole army down here
Complaining
and bitching
In
the soup kitchen
You'd
better fear
Cause
we have a solution
It's
called revolution
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