<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=382949" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thin, thin was the soup<br>ladled into the bowl.<br>It was watered down to make it last<br>as if it would keep them whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thin, thin were the bodies<br>that sat 'round the table to eat.<br>They shared the watery sparseness of soup<br>with nary a piece of meat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A time of discontent was here<br>and stomachs were never full.<br>This was the time they'd heard about, <br>stories that seemed so dull.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These stories were told with passion<br>by those who came before.<br>They jumped out of windows and stood in lines<br>saying, 'Please may I have some more? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thin, thin are the excuses<br>given by those in power.<br>No substance to substantiate the lies<br>given us hour by hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so where does this leave us, <br>facing a 3rd world war? <br>For times become prosporous.<br>Isn't that what wars are for? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thin, thin are the hopes now<br>that sanity will pervade the mind<br>of those who reap the profits<br>while our youth again will find</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that they have been used as fodder<br>to bring our economy back.<br>Thin, thin are the excuses<br>for us being on the wrong track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwina+Reizer">Edwina Reizer</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=382949" data-title="Thin de Edwina Reizer" data-description="Thin, thin was the soup ladled into the bowl. It was watered down to make it last as if it would keep them whole. Thin, thin were the bodies that sat 'round the table to eat. They shared the watery sparseness of soup with nary a piece of meat. A..."></div> </div> </div>

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