****! Pick your plate clean!,
Many hungry mouths in Sudan,
A messy plate isn't a status symbol,
Remember the empty stomachs in Venezuela.

When children dream,
Where are they?
Sleepy laugh suggests a realm,
Where all they do is play.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here,
To scare the hell into you,
Feed you with so much fear,
So, you never know what to do;

We're your gods,
And we don't play,
We have the rods,
So, open! Whenever we say!

****! Pick your plate clean!,
Many hungry mouths in Sudan,
A messy plate isn't a status symbol,
Remember the empty stomachs in Venezuela.

The weight of your emotions,
Is taking a burdensome toll,
Sorry, we no longer can roll,
Alone, I'll sail life's oceans.

Something is broken,
Inside of the people,
They'd **** for a token,
And jump on any ripple.

A most horrible defilement,
Forced entry into government,
Taking away resources with pleasure,
Ruining forever, a priceless treasure.