The
heads
of
state
protect
the fat cats.
They don’t
nourish
us
at
the
bottom.
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Cut
them
off,
reap the
crops sown
by the wealthy,
and farm
a new
land,
run
from
the
bottom.
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Fat
heads
do
not think
of the many
who hunger,
begging
on
the
ground.
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Hack
through
the
neck.
Madame
la guillotine is
hungry. Sate her
with heads
rolling
on
the
ground.
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