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Yeomens’ words
unheard speak
in seeds, dirt, suns
and harvests.

Statesmen never
silent, shout in clamors,
rumors of wars of
both words and guns.
Rumors be the respite
of nations.

Politicians of this
age shout in amorality.
Respite be delegated
to antiquity, an historian’s
debate.

Yeomens’ words
still unheard speak
in seeds, dirt, suns
and harvests.

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