The environment of our wealth is to fear bandits.
What a sad state of
affairs;
in the bosom of lack,
there is only hope for better.
But in the land of plenty,
dreams are mostly of dread;
where hopes are to avoid,
or, at the very least,
contain loss.
And can you believe it
People want to move here
Goes to show
There are many kinds of hunger
That which waste the body
That which waste the soul
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