Ignominy : A Poem

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Aeons it’d been since it dawned,

They’d only waited and groaned,

Amid talks of prosperity and progress,

Year-on-year brought only distress,

Archaic things hadn’t ceased to matter,

Blood and humiliation weren’t just natter,

Ignominy had been marked on their soul,

Bringers being all kinds of ghoul,

Livestock counted more than Man’s life,

Why was there such strife?

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