Sunday Roast

The buildings, the buildings!

They’re all burning down!

Save the institutions!

Stop the investors fleeing!

Pile them in thick and fast

And smother the flames

With their gullible fleece

But, all I smell is lamb roast

Far from saving our hides

We’ve built our funeral pyre.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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