Modern Times
Poor peasants plod along the paths:
People paid paltry pittances
By piratical plutocrats.
Meanwhile, rich robbers rest
In their rooftop resorts,
Ringed by their revenue.
Shame on those sinister sinners,
Who selfishly store stolen sums
And stay from saving the suffering!
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