Another armchair economist playing
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our life into a mess, what you know
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about poverty you learned in a book.
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Think you're really qualified to
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mouth off and theorize about the fears
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you've never even felt.
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Time's past to button up,
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taste the fare on which they sup and tighten your own belt.
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Get in line with us a while, see ya humbly watch
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your child's health held in balance by the whim of the system.
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Between Cosette and the privileged few
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A fat dog chokes down more than he can chew
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A poor land's labours are a rich land's gain
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Little Oliver lives again
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The red scare has come and gone,
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a temporarily peaceful dawn finds us lost without a villain.
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When the free market reigns supreme will Lazarus cheer
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and scream or will the new bosses' wage be the same?
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What's it mean to buy and own when all is God's and God's alone,
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does a father feed half his children?
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Our glory is indeed our shame if our comfort breeds on others' pain.
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This feast would be better if it wasn't so lonely.
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Theologies of liberation formed by mother's desperation,
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the church condemns but offers little else.
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Brother sun and sister moon hear a starving
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child's tune thanking God for all His goodness.
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Across the seas the bitter mutter behind ivy walls and drawn
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shutters they plot to keep their own.
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Moths and worms around us gather,
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a slow wrath descends a ladder.
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Mercy received in the measure it was given.
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Holy Father we all want bread,
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both from heaven and your fields so green.
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I know your grace is man's first need,
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but I can no longer hold the pain I've seen.
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I am my brother's keeper and that I'll always be.
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I'll not turn my back be he stranger of blood
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and embrace a life of greed.
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I am my sister's keeper and that I've always been.
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Every day I've left her out in the streets
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The Land, The Bread, And The People
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| Ballydowse |
