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You who live safe In your heated houses You who come home at night to find Hot food and friendly faces: Consider if this is a man, Who toils in the mud Who knows no peace Who fights for half a loaf Who dies by a yes or a no. Consider if this is a woman, With no hair and no name With no more strength to remember With empty eyes and a womb as cold As a frog in winter. Ponder that this happened: I consign these words to you. Carve them into your hearts At home or on the street, Going to bed or rising: Tell them to your children. Or may your house fall down, May illness make you helpless, And your children turn their eyes from you.
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