o country, my
country, such peril you face
you stand on the
brink of disaster
your people fear
abandonment
your blazing hearts
feel faint
some give in to the
bait of violence
some hide their
faces, their tears,
others naively bow
and applaud folly
in the cold of the
winter, disgrace
walks proudly in the
fleeting rain
beyond the people
who cannot know
what sabre is thrust
so swiftly
into their backs
bent over in labor
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