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Ode to all the old men who sit, fat bellied.
Sit and pass on papers that don’t change them,
but change the vulnerable.
Ode to all the doors they shut for the people,
And doors they widen for their fat bellies
Raise a glass to the freedom they ripped away.
Ode to all the things they messed up for the young generation.
Ode to the young men that will die in a war they never wanted
Ode to the young men that will die in a battle
A battle that was impossible to win
Ode to all the jackasses of boomers who fall for their cult.
They want all the food and crops, they never leave anything for others
Those old men fight for the best jewels and seats
Ode to all the people that will soon be under a dictatorship
Ode to a nation that is doomed.
