to hoarse gasping famine breath
gas filled lungs ribs on show
companion of martyrs death
there is not room in the inn
no sword no shield
no protecting arm
no universal concern
no shrieks of alarm
no religious campaign
to protect from harm
there is no room in the inn
what hunger takes
will march no more
each fleeing step
a closing door
fascist proclaim
a holy shore
there is no room in the inn
now or ever more
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