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The Tyrants' Aim

The honest lips no lies do tell,
Nor independent ones deceive,
But tyrants' smiles conceal Hell,
Their words are fakeries.

The honest hands no taxes lay,
No properties defile,
But tyrants' hands take all away
While lips play out a smile.

The honest mind to life is true,
Depends on self alone;
But tyrants' have men's health in view---
To stone and stone and stone.

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