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I have no stock in a generation Who does not care whether There is social security enough left To secure my retirement, A system I have paid into tiringly. If you want to end it Be sure I receive my back checks, Or risk being strung by the neck. I have no assurances I will even be allowed to retire, Only assured those in the house Could not care less As to such questions of great importance. They busy themselves with war, While we suffer and only grow more poor And have no interest in developing industry or infrastructure here at home. They know nothing of the branch Only the rich fruit of the olives, Whatever ripe can be harvested. Yet, they know not how to sow.
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Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 11:57 AM UTC
At The Expense Of The Tree
I have no stock in a generation Who does not care whether There is social security enough left To secure my retirement, A system I have paid into tiringly. If you want to end it Be sure I receive my back checks, Or risk being strung by the neck. I have no assurances I will even be allowed to retire, Only assured those in the house Could not care less As to such questions of great importance. They busy themselves with war, While we suffer and only grow more poor And have no interest in developing industry or infrastructure here at home. They know nothing of the branch Only the rich fruit of the olives, Whatever ripe can be harvested. Yet, they know not how to sow.
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Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 11:57 AM UTC
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