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Litany

More mature than our fathers, when they were our age
hopeless their path we walk in spite
at times weaker than dust we hold storms
and raise statues to forgotten culture
at times tougher than rock and like rock unfeeling
we avoid looking at pavement ripped for throwing
broader than sages we hide thought for later
We call orders – mercy and enlightenment – darkness
More worthy than kings from low mud
we challenge blind forces of history
but wiser than chiefs, with faces hung
we hand them daily their rusted stirrup
More mortal than flowers, we raise for harvest
as scythes moves in, and gleanings sell out
More just than judges in high tribunal
with learned calm we take judgment
More ruthless than executioners, at last great and singular
we talk on scaffold with heads cut off
 


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