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Pity me, oh gods merciless

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Pity me, oh gods merciless,
Thou, painters of the green,
Though we fought and fought all restless
Nothing’s as it had been
Have been our ramparts all too weak
Our swords not sharp enough
Once were we strong; now are we meek
The toll to pay, too tough.

Pity the women defenceless,
The bearers of our blood
Caretakers of all that we bless
Now lost to reckless flood;
They, gods, away will be taken
As servants they will serve;
Will be all our rites forsaken?
Is that what we deserve?

Pity, oh gods, bringers of war,
The fate of those sans guilt:
My brethren, once born in this shore
Were our glory was built;
Let him not know what’s slavery,
Vowing to lesser men
Give him castles made of ivory
As his well-deserved den
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