Hot Cross Bun

She had a bun in the oven

It was a hot cross bun.

A bun that was damn hot and angry

Just puffing and steaming to be someone

It was the fifties

There was war in the streets

With mussolini and his gangsters raiding greek houses

For blood and for meat

The day, a mother went to claim what was rightfully hers

The same baker could've saved a mother and child from simple hunger

There was tradition in the village.

That when a woman is with babe

She is entitled to a free loaf of bread

But the baker must see her baby bump on display

But when the woman went to a baker

He looked her in the stomach and said

"you do not look very pregnant to me

You are so vain, your stomach's flat lady

Your baby is probably dead."

"will not be wasting my bread on liars"

He said, woman lowered her head

Face like thunder, baker could've saved a mother and child from simple hunger