Dread the harvest
Decades lifetimes generations
Hence come the children
Dress-Right-Dress!
This, Golda’s alien army
¡At-Ease!
Juvenile, recruited, antiquated, old-soul, orphans, filled with far-off gaze,
¡Column-Halt!
Empty-bellied, empty-hearted
¡Eyes-Right!
Born late to those too-soon late
¡About-Face!
Seek early thy destiny
Fight your fate
Dread her legacy
In pieces cast about
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