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New dawn

New chances,

Who knows

What’s in store,

But if we look

Back in the past,

Seldom does

That hope last,

Because no good

Comes from politics,

No system

Is ever fair for all,

The poor will always

Fall through the net,

The fucked up society

Is all we ever truly get,

There’ll still be

People living on the street,

And those with not enough to eat,

While the rich

Will eat up everything,

And end up morbidly obese

Which is the consequence of greed.