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Period Piece iii

‘twas Christmas day in the work house
Time for the residents' annual treat
The warden opened the kitchen door
So they could smell his cooking meat
Now to our more modern minds
That could be thought of as cruel
But he thought it added spice
To their dry bread and gruel
For remember in those days past
In that world of black and white
To be poor and ill and needing
Cost their every human right
For to be dependent on charity
Was very near a mortal sin
Only the barest of necessities
For those that were let in
At least they could plead ignorance
For their cruelty and cold abuse
All these enlightened years later
I wonder what we use as our excuse

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