Nothing to do with the Omen novel, this is about a real human monster, named Damian, whom I fell victim of for a few years.

We live on scraps and hand-outs
And YesWest asks, “Who cares?”
A brutal fiend named Damian
Leaves our larders bare.

Damian and YesWest -
What a strange and brutal pair,
They let us die of hunger
Claiming they have naught to spare.

So we go on blundering
Wondering why they just don’t care,
They say they’re doing all they can
But leave us in despair.

We beg and plead for charity
But charity is so rare,
They say to live on what we’ve got
But we cannot live on air.

So Damian is laughing
To see our larders completely bare,
Rejoicing in our misery
Delighting in our despair.

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