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the children

cry justice

beneath

heaven’s

dimming light,

a thing in

cruelty past

so many did

see. the older

generation with

near forgotten

dreams reaches

with the darkest

hands

for signs

that read

Lord of Mercy,

tell these

people

full of

hate, America,

the beautiful,

so beautiful

too with me.