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CIVILIANS
Why should you try to crush me?
Am I so Christ-like?
You beat against me,
Immense waves, filthy with refuse.
I am the last upright of a smashed break-water
But you shall not crush me
Though you bury me in foaming slime
And hiss your hatred about me.
You break over me, cover me;
I shudder at the contact;
Yet I pierce through you
And stand up, torn, dripping, shaken,
But whole and fierce.
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