Dear brothers
In a common cause,
These teeming masses
Of supplicants besieging
Our sacred borders
Seek nothing
Save a sanctuary where
They can rest their weary heads;
Their plight does indeed cut
Us to the quick—pray
Let us show compassion,
Home in on each and every one
With heaven-sent teargas, plenty
Of angelic cudgels and lay
Their worries to rest before
The final, merciful kill.
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