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Corruption in the Land

Corruption walks
In the land
Like a visit of epilepsy
On her victim in the market place

He Lurks in every direction
Both days and nights
Like the angels
Of passover blood

He ravages from the head
To the feet beyond repair
Like the leprosy victim
Without hope of redemption

The whole land
Is groaning and gnawing
Under his attack
Like Hiroshima's carnage

O my country!
O our country!
When shall thou be expunged
From this dreadful culture?


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