The wolves are circling, teeth laid bare,

And still we stand, too numb to care.

They rise again, those we once knew,

Their flags wave high in red, white, blue.

Did we not learn from wounds and graves,

From screams of those they could not save?

The streets were paved with lies and fear,

Till fire consumed all we held dear.

This is no game, no idle fight—

Their p...

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