Dusk has arrived,
Cover for my game;
Vehemence is swifter,
It will be tonight.
Pa goes drinking,
Ma will be asleep;
Siblings are hampered,
The dark woos.
Purpose denies malice,
I bear Earth no ill;
She toughened my resolve,
Gave me weapons too.
I must survive,
So too my kin;
We have no fault,
Except to be poor.
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