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  • There was a time we offered up our lives,
    defending you against all enemies,
    we swore to fight until the bitter end,
    But now the end is come, ignobly.

    And while, somehow, the dreams survive,
    they're only shadows, images we see
    in books and films and poems, no longer do we send
    the promises of hope and liberty.

    Perhaps in years to come they will revive
    the sacred words, when people can be
    people, and not depend
    on labels, borders, names to make us free.

    © July 18th, 2012
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