Renascence Warning

Oh turn to me oh gracious one
And understand my pleading
I have my meat but I have no bun
And my family is in great needing

Oh understand oh gracious one
That you still take credits from us
Yet we have nothing to buy, not even a bun
 Look outside yourself oh see what a fuss

Oh you must understand that your people are dying
So here is a warning to you
From all who are whining
You just might start noticing that you are missing stew
And soon that your head might go missing too.