The world is weeping
Her babies cry
Starving and struggling
To reach the sky
Night so definite
Groaning infinite
While watchers wait
For some new state
Combusting and turning
Leaders debate
As hungry babies
Begin to cremate
In comes melody
Fight
A new stance
Sing
Peaceful babies
Cradled and warm
The earth feeds them
After all is won
– nd
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