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ii 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.