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A bird, with plumèd arrow shot, / In dying case deplored her lot: / 'Alas! ' she cried, 'the anguish of the thought! / This ruin partly by myself was brought! / Hard-hearted men! from us to borrow / What wings to us the fatal arrow! / But mock us not, ye cruel race, / For you must often take our place.'
The work of half the human brothers / Is making arms against the others.[1]
[1]: Aesop.