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Deaths in dozens had we dropped
And this rain had not stopped
Red rain……………red rain
And valiants still in vain drain!
Brimstone and sulphur utters unblemish
And consummation of hid-heads to banish
And silent wait under whims of condemnation
Countless harmless hopefuls wither in exhumation
During my time I retrieve
Everyone would rather live
As slaves under tie
Than, as freemen, die
We playthings at Pharaoh’s palms
Spans of wealth-bred toy-things beg alms!
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