The iron of our cities is rotting and red,
Red with the rust of a plan gone broke.
The jobs are all going, more people unfed,
The dreams of our forebears gone up in smoke.
A river of paper has crammed our banks,
And past is forgotten, and future the same.
But the words of our leaders still spew from their ranks...
Pay up! Pay up! We're not to blame!
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