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Arms and the Men they sang, who played at Troy

Until they broke it like a spoiled child’s Toy

Then sailed away, the Winners heading home,

The Losers to a new Play-pen called Rome.

Behind, like Garbage from their vessels flung,

– Submiss, submerged, but certainly not sung –

A wake of Women trailed in long Parade,

The reft, the raped, the slaughtered, the betrayed.

Oh, Shame! that so few sagas celebrate

Their Pain, their Perils, their no less moving Fate!

But mine won’t either, for why should it when

The proper Study of Mendacity is MEN?