Now turn we to our hungry co-workers,
As yet our path to go be still unknown,
To whence, to where, expressions of the few,
So confused in combination with rest,
And more some vehemently so opine.
But, to turn again to which be our guide,
In such times as these recurrently be,
To vote, to say, to so together plan,
Strike back at hunger’s malignant beckon
With such an instrument perfected, this.
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