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You who live safe |
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In your warm houses, |
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You who find, returning in the evening, |
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Hot food and friendly faces: |
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Consider if this is a man |
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Who works in the mud |
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Who does not know peace |
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Who fights for a scrap of bread |
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Who dies because of a yes or a no. |
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Consider if this is a woman, |
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Without hair and without name |
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With no more strength to remember, |
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Her eyes empty and her womb cold |
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Like a frog in winter. |
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Meditate that this came about: |
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I commend these words to you. |
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Carve them in your hearts |
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At home, in the street, |
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Going to bed, rising; |
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Repeat them to your children, |
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Or may your house fall apart, |
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May illness impede you, |
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May your children turn their faces from you. |
