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Even jackals offer a breast and nurse their young,
    but the daughter of my people has become cruel, like an ostrich in the wilderness.
The baby’s tongue sticks to the roof of its mouth because of thirst.
    Children ask for bread, but no one shares with them.
Those who ate delicacies have become desolate in the streets.
    Those who were dressed in scarlet have embraced piles of trash.

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