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NB: because, amongst the many things I lack is the good sense and good grace to know when I'm beat. I apologise unreservedly for my hatchet job villanelle, it won't happen again, I promise.
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We held our hunger in our hands
Gave sorrow sea-legs, that long day
Faring far from black-blighted lands.
Dreaming dull-eyed of foreign sands
No farewell saw us on our way
We held our hunger in our hands.
With words that no one understands
Below deck sunless song holds sway
Faring far from black-blighted lands.
Thin skins seared as suffering brands
We once knew summer, high with hay
We held our hunger in our hands.
Cruel compass makes her mean demands
Leads us from where our fathers lay
Faring far from black-blighted lands.
By famine forced, false hopes, last stands
Ran ragged to Amerikay
We held our hunger in our hands
Faring far from black-blighted lands.
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The human race, the only race I know where everybody loses.
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