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La Ronde

I watched the young man closely;
Saw the blazing anger in his face,
Remembering how forty years ago
I had stood in a similar place,
Screaming my frustration,
Fighting those same fights
Asking just that it be seen
I too had those basic rights;
To be worthy of my labour,
Paid enough so that my wife
And my two children could
Have some decencies of life.
We thought we'd won,
But once again
Its time to kick
The little man;
For its ever
The same,
The master is
Never to blame.
Now the multi housed politician,
One of the fat of the land
Preaching austere policies,
Carries a knife in his hand.

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La Ronde