the arms of power rock they do,
while alms ringing in thirsty drone
Crying, hunger sang there too
man the cradle, bread to spare
nonetheles, none brewed here
A wailing man, cradle rock
famine in bellies sings the knock
the hour arm runs the clock
Feasting in death, flipping o'er
rock the cradle, rock they do,
where help sings the nought
the arms of power rock they do
a wailing child bread it asks,
none dear, to save the crippling knock
the arms of power rock they, the cradle
of poverty rock they do.
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