Since men were slain by Gilgamesh,
we've toiled in fields at his behest;
the Big Man, insecure on his nest.
We are the serially abused,
generations woefully misused;
by hoe, by sword, malnourished, confused
into deifying this beast, this tyrant,
obeying his petulant wants;
meek in the shadow of the absconce.
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