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Robert Laurence Binyon - Louvain 19
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But from that blood, those ashes there arose 
Not hoped-for terror cowering as it ran, 
But divine anger flaming upon those 
Defamers of the very name of man, 

Abortions of their blind hyena-creed, 
Who for " protection " of their battle-host 
Against the unarmed of them they had made to 

bleed, 

Whose hearts they had tortured to the utter- 
most 

Without a cause, past pardon, fired and tore 
The towers of fame and beauty, while they shot 
And butchered the defenceless in the door. 
But History shall hang them high, to rot 

Unburied, in the face of times unborn, 
Mankind`s abomination and last scorn.
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