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- For my fellow Josephs
Eleven stars bowing down,
Sun and moon knelt before us.
There’s a sparkle in our crowns,
Our skin, transparent, porous.
Our brothers have betrayed us,
Traded our lives for pennies.
Piled high in rusty cages,
We knew no milk, no honey.
Lose not hope, slaves of Egypt;
Turn toward the sacred Morning.
His hands will unbind, free us.
God Himself will crown us kings.
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