Whose doleful sound
Holds the longer cry
Wailing peace, and
Bouncing faith
Whose offense, comes
Thus in nefarious crime
Bulling helpless, and
Hunger feed
Whose unruly words
Canker my cold deaf nights
Fencing freedom, and
World peace
Whose sight, flap
Truthful vision
As howling earns
An increasing pitch
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