Weep and wail, you shepherds;
roll in the dust, you leaders of
the flock.
For your time to be slaughtered has come;
you will fall like
the best of the rams.
It's true our mirrors don't show heroes
We lack the courage to be Jews
Without the elegance of Negroes
With our youthful fireworks all defused
And all these men who are our brothers
Wonder why we don't want to hear
How their worst enemies are their lovers
See a friend in tears
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