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A legacy and decent principle which makes no sense - a political poem. |
| For the decision-making countenance Of a once proud and perfect land. For which history Has a most established And vital regard. A world desecrated And violated appearing At the doorstep. Our bludgeoning recollection. Treating that mass of victims To their awesome release Into our divided culture; Twice the inhibition Would be deemed disturbing... A crossing to bear For a saintly role - And a human trafficking So panicky and prodigious That it precludes a thoughtful, Sustained germination. |