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Citizen! Whence came your voice |
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Your right to speak? |
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Is there a purpose to your tongue |
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And gnawing teeth? |
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I ask thee; |
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How deep and hollow |
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Is your mouth? |
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What lie is too decayed |
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For you to stomach? |
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With humility and obedience |
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You pride yourself |
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Evasive and lukewarm |
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Until the end |
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Citizen! The interdependent morality |
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Of your collective |
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Made too soft the bed |
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In which you lie. |
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I ask thee; |
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Do you acknowledge |
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Your own fragility |
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When you sleep |
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To server the "Great Good"? |
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United in fear |
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Lives "hard to bear" |
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Illusions that "we are all peers" |
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I preach not for understanding |
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In you I have no faith |
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I spit at you my truth; |
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That you are the burden of my heritage. |
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For herein lies the irony |
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There is neither room |
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Nor air For the wakeful fire |
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In your precious world |
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Of equality |
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Citizen! You are truly faithful |
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To tradition |
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When you crucify |
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Those whose voices burn |
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Alas A hundred years from now |
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You recite and corrupt |
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Their epitaphs |
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To crucify another. |
