“Sad Savages by Maisie Aletha Smikle
Savages make selfish deals
They claim what they steal
Pay a penny for steel
And feast at every meal
The more they have
The more they brag
They slaughtered the hogs
And took their sheltered sty
Let the hogs live in the sky
My oh my
For indeed it is hog heaven
We have plundered till the clock struck eleven
Celebrate we must on the eleventh of the eleven
Every year till half past seven
For we have chased elephants from their habitat
Where they once freely roam is now our home
Savages fortify barricades and borders
Wishing the world would stop turning and refrain from gathering
Afraid that what goes around
Will some day rotate back around to them
Savages spy from the steeple
Looking lurking and listening always suspecting
For they have observed
To expect what they served
Never at ease are the savages
Always jumpy anticipating the worst for others
And the best for themselves
Pointing always away from themselves”
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