RAPACIOUS STATE
They start early and end late
Young but old before their fate
Long hours earn but little pence
In fact the chore makes little sense
The rich get richer from these lads
And cruelty awaits to those who lag
But those who prosper gain in wealth
Despite the toll that takes others health
No wonder that greed supercedes
There is no agency from which to intercede.
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