Weak and weary, the colossus bleeds,
Steady in stance amidst the worst;
Able sons stray blind to her needs,
May her blood still quench their thirst.
Imprisoned in lasting uncertainty,
Promising martyrs of failed judgment,
Fighting for hope and a future of plenty;
Calm again, now forever patient;
Fear not for those we shelter;
As brothers they’re safe in our lands,
But if our lives drown in her temper
Their fate alas is no more in our hands;
Her fury knows no caste nor creed,
Nor young and old nor beast and bird
Helpless yet the world will moan
Why wasn’t our voice heard?
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