“Forest https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10470342
by Maisie Aletha Smikle
In the forest there lived a man
Who was chased from his land
They took his toil
As their spoil
They wine and dine
And drank his fine wine
They took his precious coin
And bank it like a mine
Like pirates they hoard and stash
Heaping loot on top of loot
No one dare to ask
From whence such treasure came
But took taxes, bribes and gifts
Like Christmas comes on shifts
The looters chimed and said
We are not Robin Wood
Who took from the rich
And gave to the poor
So the poor could have more
Instead we are wood robins
That take from the poor
And give to the rich
So the rich can have more
O what a stitch
While the wealthy is richer
Another is that much poorer
Robin Wood is outlawed
And wood robin is in the law
Indeed it is flawed
Robin Wood is wood robin
The spoils only shift
From the poor to the rich”
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