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| By Hagai Magai |
Pain like a worm, burrowing my bones
I feed these chiefs, these masters
The heartless demons
These without horns
My pockets leak – and bleed
Hurt by endless loans
As I try to make ends meet
My money was used – to feed my demons
Climb up the hill, and learn to steal
From poor sours, and their toils
Demand tax – where else
Will you get your snacks?
Enjoy the joys of your plumber
For the days of your looting
Are quite numbered.
