Little Gray Songs from St. Joseph's - Part 10

A great Injustice walks abroad,
Unchained, unterrified.
Who shall rejoice beside
The poison of his dragon-breath,
The early blight, the daily death,
(Behold, thus have I died).

A great Injustice walks abroad,
And makes the strong more strong,
Until the hurt, whose song
I sing, shall learn their hidden strength,
And healed by hope, arise at length,
And rend the ancient wrong.
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