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Borrowed rails of Nazi stock Youth in train loads Dragged to blocks H-bombs on our kin Tit for tat Shit for shat Nelson for the Belsens And on, like that

And on

And on.

From glory words to slum What will this earth become? Genocidal crown We lay our gauntlet down And bow our souls to God That our necks will not be trod.

Frozen mountain in the air, Titan Queen of ice, beware. Your robes of dappled spruce decline Your claim of regal line. Daily rising sons Melting ice upon your crest. Endless trickle does the rest. From passing winter desolation Flows undammed toward river beds Where quakes have changed the land. As I ply my spade in hand, I irritate the earth And irrigate it's worth. Springs a new creation. Water on the water shed

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