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The nursing child’s tongue
    cleaves to its palate from thirst.
Young children beg for bread,
    but no one gives them any.

Those who enjoyed delicacies
    lie desolate in the streets.
Those who were reared wearing purple
    scavenge in piles of trash.

The guilt of my cherished people surpasses the sin of Sodom,
    which was overthrown in a moment,
        without a hand to help her.

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