Forsooth, O Shabby one;
we hear your pardon song
When other poorly souls perforce
must languish hard and long.
Unforgiven, they; their life-blood drains
in the dank of prison’s gall
and we wonder …
Wouldst thou not entreat for them
that a pardon for one
is a pardon for all?
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