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"Mercy, mercy," why didn't we hear it? "Mercy, mercy," why did we read
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it
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buried on the last page of our morning papers? The plan was drafted,
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drafted in secret. Gunboats met the red tide, driven to the rum trade
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for the army that they created. But the bullets were bought by us, it
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was
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dollars that paid them.
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Please forgive us, we don't know what was done in our name. There'll
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be
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more trials like this in mercenary heydays. When they're so apt to
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wrap
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themselves up in the stripes and stars and find that they are able to
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call
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themselves heroes and to justify murder by their fighters for freedom.
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Please forgive us, we don't know what was done. Please forgive us, we
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didn't know. Could you ever forgive us? I don't know how you could. I
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know
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this is no consolation. Please forgive us, we didn't know. Could you
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ever
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believe that we didn't know? Please forgive us, we didn't know. I
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wouldn't
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blame you if you never could, and you never will.
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Please Forgive Us
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