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But, Martin, Martin,

Caring cousin. Was he, anointed, He, the chosen, Whose eyes have pierced Olympus' clouds Rising mountain of our shrouds.

While others balked At augurs' rattle

He fulfilled and led our battle. Banner held of rightful claim, I quote, "One man, one vote."

As a people we diminish Aspirations stalled, unfinished.

As frail reminder, I retain One letter from my name.