Once the last evac leaves, and we are left alone, What goals still merit chase? The ones beyond all frames. For though the act bereaves Those under distant eaves, We now are bed with thieves, With no pending reprieves. We now have left the known: Thrown to the outlawed zone. As chill does set to bone, What will you have be grown? Will you now choose the ace, And fight to claim your space? Or do you plead for grace, And trust an unknown base? Observe who fed the flames, Forgetting not their names. Despite all future claims, Know who wields blade and maims. Do not now ask who grieves: Your cares should be your own. For you now run a race, And must now play their games.
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