We've chosen a nation of apprentices
(They don't know they've
been chosen)
To learn our former trade.
So far,
We've taught them to be
landless
And despised, how to barely
live,
And how to watch their
children die.
In time, we'll make them wear
Some symbol -- a special
hat, perhaps
Or maybe a peculiar colored
patch.
Lean and bitter, they show
aptitude
(We don't tell them this;
it's good
For apprentices to despair).
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