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I cried beneath our sacred 
tree
When those lions were 
brought amongst our sheep
When our house was 
divided by three and yet by 
two
When our ancient shield 
was stolen by a heartless 
few.

I cried when our three clan 
heads, united by greed
Bid us sing many ancestral 
war songs
Bid us poison the one 
communal water pond.

I cried; a tiny ant trapped 
between three fuming 
elephants
All set for battle
All spurred on by the three 
whispering serpents
Clutching a trident; two 
horns and a flaming tail.

I cried when my clan of pure 
blood
Burnt down its home for the 
crescent and the cross.
I cried; for how could 
foreign waters be thicker 
than our blood?
I cried when those toothless 
lions desecreted our one 
sacred destiny.

Now I laugh, the bitter 
laughter of a long 
conquered eunuch 
For I see my end
A drowned ant in a sea of 
elephant blood
In a broken home
divided by three and yet by 
two.

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