Free movement of capital

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Free movement of pigeons
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Capital flight
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Capital fright
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xtreme right
and wrong
answers knocking in the night
fly by work shy soft touch
seeking solace not much
when the noose is tight
around the neck bent

in shameful waiting
on the game
all the same
trickle down
into the town
which never sleeps
where the babe and harlot weeps
tears of woe
when the self is thy worst foe to fear
the ever falling tear come near
in welcome
the poor, oppressed
in search of shelter
in search of rest
to build a nest anew
come the many, come the few
stir the cauldron of the witches brew
stake
the triumph of love
over hate
with the falling dice of fate
tumbling turmoil in the broth
bubbling with the foam and froth
of friendship flow
seeds of love the morrow sew
so
the seeds of spite and hate
be forced to never germinate nor grow

in the fields of sorrow and woe

where pigeons flock
beneath the shadow of the clock which strikes the Our
father of the midnight hour
where streets of shame
echo to the harlets name and infants cry
beneath the seablown sigh