There’s nothing great about the way we treat
The sick, the poor, the weak, the ones who need
The hand of human kindness most of all
The social safety net was slashed by greed
The shame I have for my unhappy land
The bankers wife may talk of unity
But she I fear would gladly wield the knife
To slash a fellow human’s dignity
Dystopian our future on our own
Jerusalem not built, insular here
No health or education from the state
Our future built from prejudice and fear
Once we cared for all and proud to be
The welfare state for all the world’s envy


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