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a poem by Joshua Brown
Hate not the dead, for they live still
Hate not the alive, for their death will
Reveal to the world their lowly estate
Justice upon the wicked, insatiable fate.
Hail not the king, for they serve the poor
Hail not the poor, for they demand war.
Grasp for the swinging vine, grasp not late.
Find narrow escape from the grasp of the state.
Hit not the child, for they seek approval
Hit not the adult, for they seek removal
Kill me instead and kill not them in hate
Kill me instead, in righteous anger berate.
Heal not the soldier, who sold his body cheap
Heal not civilian, who hid his talent in earthen deep
Feed them the vinegar-soaked sponge of pate
Comfort them, but heal them not for their sate.
Breath in the air soaked through with dew.
Close your eyes and dance with lamb and ewe.
Horned masculine sheep alive in the gate,
Willed to life by a shepherd's tender slate.
Curses on the children of Israel,
Curses from the prophetess Jael.
Curiosity crushed by horned lamb's weight
Crucified on holy memorial, sacred date.
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