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  • O coch cochineal,
    As red as a blood cell
    And round as a bead,
    How many dead
    Of your breed have been
    Bred, then bled? You
    Die to make dye, o
    Ruby bug - crushed like
    A berry or seed. Your
    Guts fed to us as carmine.
    You bleed so redly and
    Readily. O scarlet scarab,
    So many of you give hue
    To our food, I give back
    This thought for your
    Daughters, caught,
    And crushed into colour
    So vibrant, via our
    Ignorant violence.
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