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Even jackals offer their breast
    to nurse their young.
The daughter of my people has become cruel,
    like ostriches in the desert.
The nursing infant’s tongue clings
    to the roof of his mouth for thirst.
Little children ask for bread,
    but no one gives it t0 them.
Those who used to eat delicacies
    are desolate in the streets.
Those who were brought up in purple
    embrace trash heaps.

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