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Staving off hunger

We sold them our

Dignity, honour

Labour for bread

And so it came to pass

That industry ate us

Poverty exists

As long as

Property remains

Chains on our wrists

And so it came to pass

That industry ate us

And so it came to pass

We slaved until we died

Property is poverty, feast of industry

never-ending land lessee, feast of industry

Work is proscribed as a privilege

They make us compete for our labour

That we feel lucky punching their clock

To sweat beside our hungry neighbour

If ever hungry and out of favour

Unemployed and unfed

If they deny these basic things

Then take your share of bread

Take it