Verses of sorrow
Interspersed
With the drear of the morrow
How drear is the Dawn now today!
Round sixty years of suffering
Gathered in a single poison drop
Wastage of rare life, its carnage.
Mother, a hundred years ago
You heard my first cry of birth
Now from heaven hear my sorrows.
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