Our only tacit treasure
And yet by far
Its them who are
Abused beyond all measure
The father's fist that maims them
A government that blames them
The tithing plates
That cash that sates
The priest whose penis shames them
Each drop of blood our children paid
Each tiny corpse to rest we've laid
Each little life
So filled with strife
Indictment of charge betrayed
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