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she weeps for all those who suffer, 
sobs giving way to mournful tunes 
the strings cry in harmony 
with the wonderful bitterness 
that can be bestowed on us all 
during the feast of lamentations 
fingers nimbly caress the fiddle 
as each note touches at the soul 
each beat reflects a memory 
her voice gives rise to reasons 
of why it is we must mourn 
in her song the Master sighs 
in hopes that we not forget 
those who travelled the middle passage 
or went along the silk road 
she grieves the passing of the dragon 
the change of the kimono for furs 
and the face of humanity now hidden 
yet she loses no hope 
that we can be redeemed 
we must just remember

The master sighs