Residents (The)
Rumors
I heard a rumor from the east
That Pit Moles' battles with the beast
Have left them mindless and sick,
That west is where, their fingers say,
Are new found sites that give them something to cling to.
The rumors have them coming here
Believing life is not so harsh.
Life not so harsh, indeed.
A hundred thousand refugees?
The Pit Moles are coming, I heard just today;
Our problems with labor have just been done away with.
The Pit Moles will work hard and we'll barely pay;
So eager to get work, they'll do things just the way we want.
The Pit Moles are thrifty, their Gods reassure
That poverty's blissful; they like being destitute.
From Letras Mania