I see a face outside my window
It’s a mirror of all life’s pain;
An echo of all my yesterdays
A silhouette from deep within my brain.
All around me children weep
As they see a new day dawning;
For the pain of life goes ever deep
And in their every way, they’re mourning.
Still politicians in chauffeured cars
Forge on with stern determination;
Consoling themselves in the knowledge
That they’re the backbone of this great nation.
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