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in olden times it was nobles

force was feudal and clear

your son taken to their war

droit de seigneur was fear

 

to poach meant a hanging

roughshod soldiers arms

lords took stock and crops

from villeins' mean farms

 

they snatch your data now

surveillance made routine,

drive or walk you're never

far from a monitor screen

 

no cruel noble ever knew

wh...

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