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Even wild animals nurse,
    suckling their young;
but the women of my people are cruel,
    like ostriches in the wilderness.

The nursing child’s tongue
    cleaves to its palate from thirst.
Young children beg for bread,
    but no one gives them any.

Those who enjoyed delicacies
    lie desolate in the streets.
Those who were reared wearing purple
    scavenge in piles of trash.

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