Surely there is a man in here
Who could have foreseen all these pains,
Who would have given back his gains
Honoring those who live in fear. 

In death there is no honor left,
The ways trotted in days of past
Now seem like a faraway mast
Rotting again in awful theft.

Beware, children of the future :
Distance is now only a lure
Made by our wicked bigotry.

Please bound yourselves to your own soil,
Promise the world never to spoil
And welcome speech, in poetry.


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