Hands Off Or Die - McCarthy

Around the table sat the people

Some were eating some were starving

For there was never quite enough

For each to have a share

Every day there was a murder

Or a knifing with someone shouting

«Get your hands off you bastard

That’s my food you’re eating»

«That does not do mother’s salt on some» (?)

Blamed the blackguard (?)

Women didn’t even get a ruping (?)

Every day an insane scramble just to get enough

They would rather kill someone than let somebody get too much

There was much din and they argued

About the meaning of these things

Some said the pittance should be shared out equally

But some of them said it proved man was evil

As they tucked into their enormous share

But the wisest of them said

«Till there’s enough to go around

The men’s scramble will continue

Fight to bring the system down»