The death knell, ringing requiem bell,
a saddening sound,
archways they pass, tears flood the mass,
deep and deathly profound.
Of what we know, strange seeds we sow,
returning to us with a taunt
a tree of poisonous root, bares similar fruit,
wrinkled, pus filled and gaunt.
Lessons to learn for the freedom we yearn,
paid for in blood and gold,
lounge in the...
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