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The desirable the elect and the beautiful
are nodding the heads of accord in the Tower of Babel
are reading the flows the signs and the augurs of doom
while parading their women in jewellery and plume,
are strutting and commanding, are determining their wage
while fixing the bars to construct a cage
to imprison with slat and grille that motleytude
whose toil and labour provide them their food,
who're caught like driftwood in the logger's stream
and whipped and beaten to beget their cream
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