Twenty-Four

Everyone was so much better
Better off in the past
When smiles didn't cost a dime
And a friendship could really last
When everyone had pride of place
In their place of birth
Except for those we spit upon
The ones who lost the race
God forgive the wretches
Who we persecuted daily
The lost and lonely children
Of diseased and worthless parents
But we must have no pity,
There's nothing left to give,
For we were better in the past
When we told people how to live. 

The End

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