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Does the armored man, the proud Praetorian

riding on his great tall horse

across the foreign landfells of field and thatch huts

ever hear the acrid clarion call

of common humanity sighing?


I did not ask, before he passed on, the question

that lingered on my mind, remembering the days

of logic and rhetoric the master had taught

before the busy streets collapsed our constructions
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