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Blood has
been harder to dam back than water.
Just when we
think we have it impounded safe
Behind new barrier
walls (and let it chafe!),
It breaks away in some new
kind of slaughter.
We choose to say it is let loose
by the devil;
But power of blood itself releases
blood.
It goes by might of being such a flood
Held
high at so unnatural a level.
It will have outlet,
brave and not so brave.
weapons of war and implements
of peace
Are but the points at which it finds
release.
And now it is once more the tidal wave
That when it has swept by leaves summits stained.
Oh,
blood will out. It cannot be contained.
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