Poem 3: The Hunger

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The Princess can't stop imagining of killing the King,
She is waiting for the death of the Queen
Poisining the heir and heiress and the other remaining
Beauty and alluring are her ways of trapping.

The priests can't stop preaching,
Using their words to struck and start bleeding
Hey! Have mercy for those who are pleading
Give those people your way of praying.

The politicians can't stop eating
Eyes are shut, pockets are loaded in signing
Using guns and money as a way of bribing
Have mercy on what you are spreading.

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