And what mother did when hunger swept
Through the family like a volcano
In aftermath of father's factory collapse.
Seems like hunger has grown in the land
Defies the nation's ability to quell and quash.
Quash defies the logic of quash and hail
They wallow in adamantine of divisive pluralism
Behind the nation's back
Where unison has fallen
From the shelf of scrutiny
Miserable penury had grown exponentially
Come to my house and behold abundance
In my loin and to my coast
Abundant salvation barely finishes
Unison is dead where greed was festered
Hail and hark
Abundance In my home!
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