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Beauty\'s Grave

An immaculate motherland,

Now soiled with  disgrace,

Stripped of her riches,

Clad in our waste.

 

The untamed atrocity,

That obliterated all splendour,

That cursed all creation,

What dishonour was rendered!

 

An embodiment of magnificence,

A mother to the brave,

Cursed with a race,

That made her beauty\'s grave.