Sons and daughters,

The breast you’re suckling from

Is attached to the shoulder of

The arm that swings

The silverstone club 

To bash the softened skulls

Of your infant brothers and sisters

Unfortunate enough to be found 

Too high, too low, or too weak

To reach the same sour nipple

From which all Lesser Apes

Must feed.

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