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Ask what is yours, my servant
Do not stare at me with those eyes that seem to say
"You are nothing if you have nothing for me."
I am the streak of cloud that clouds the smile in you
Today i promise not an extra bread -
Bread not baked in your oven of sweat and breath.
Yet you swore to serve your country and your countrymen
Today you avert your heart from your avowed service
Severing the tendons that hold us together as onefold
Ask what is yours, my servant
Yours through sweat and living breath.
