BEREAVEMENT

Let the mourners grow louder,The oppressor, weaker still.Better to greave loudlyThan emit the dark pulse of hatred.O! It will come into the aggrieved,Have not a doubt.Years from now, or anon,The twisting spine of odiumShall writhe outwardFrom lands touched of cruelty.It shall thrash its course in echo!Bereavement is not just for the dead,It is for the [...]

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