The Donors
It is their big cars that Im worried about It is their big antenas that swing back and forth As they tour our lands freely As allowing something to remotely search for our resources As if transmitting the location of our "poverty" to their faraway lands to their research scientists and to their millitary commanders so that they can find a lasting solution which no parliament on our land can undo THEN they donate bags of genetically modified food
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