Still, We Count; Still, We Pray

ire of the ages
passed hand over hand
unheeded prophetess
gains strength in our land
wails turn roars
prophecies become certainties
the taint of one man
betrays the stain of millions
the death of one man
the deaths of two men
the deaths of three men
hang us all

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