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the Greeks ate the alligators
swam up the shore
called each other new names
put our shells in their beards

nothing was going to change
we said

the Turks ate the stew
distilled the forest
drank pungent soup
carried our hopes

nothing was going to change
we said

the Americans killed sparrows
kept the cliffs chiseled
wondered why one could cry
slashed our tiny braids

nothing was going to change
we said