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The Song Of the Martyrs

All our lives, all of usWhose bones you haveClimbed on– were all our lives wasted?– were we martyred toFinish with all formsOf slavery forever – onlyTo witness our offspringComplacent and bought offWith scraps – to seeWorkmen and womenDivided? O as … Continue reading

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