I want to sing a song
For my brothers in jungle
Who wade on tarmac of tears
Who cripples on mountains of spines
Who sit on grasses of shame
Listen to your mind
You shall praise the beauty
Of your land
Where are the strays and waifs
Lead forth the blind
Seek you deaf brothers
And sing songs of mettle
And mend your festering dreams
To festoon your broken hips
With bouquet of jasmine
Dig the furrow of your faces
Until your voices echo in unison
For fervid love of your land
Then be sure to open your mouth
To sulk drizzles of honey
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