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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alf’s Fifth Bit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pomps of butchery, financial power,<br>Told 'em to die in war, and then to save,<br>Then cut their saving to the half or lower;<br>When will this system lie down in its grave?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pomps of Fleet St., festering year on year,<br>Hid truth and lied, and lied and hid the facts.<br>The pimps of Whitehall ever more in fear,<br>Hid health statistics, dodged the Labour Acts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All drew their pay, and as the pay grew less,<br>The money rotten and more rotten yet,<br>Hid more statistics, more feared to confess<br>C.3, C.4, 'twere better to forget</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many weak of mind, how much tuberculosis<br>Filled the back alleys and the back to back houses.<br>'The medical report this week discloses . . .'<br>'Time for that question!' Front Bench interposes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time for that question? and the time is NOW.<br>Who ate the profits, and who locked 'em in<br>The unsafe safe, wherein all rots, and no man can say how<br>What was the nation's, now by Norman's kin<br>Is one day blown up large, the next, ducked in?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q>
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