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 Acolyte  (sestina)
Be kind to your sisters. Offer your hand.
Whether your help is covert or blatant.
Care deeply, as you would for your own kin.
Add extra when you are asked for a pound.
Expect naught, and none will disappoint you.
To what end does such kindness avail us?

You may ask, being so young among us.
No question is foolish, but hold out your Hand.
Always be courtly to those above You.
Try not to be insincere or Blatant.
Each day we shall continuously Pound
these ideals into your mind. Even Kin

wont recognize you when you are OUR kin!
There are many things to learn here with us.
Everything is controlled. Let me ex pound…
None may shun their duties here…lend a hand!
The rules are set on paper, and on blatant
posters. No excuses made up by You

will be accepted. Is there something You
have forgotten? Do you pine for your Kin?
Soon you will forget them. Maybe blatant
entrapment, diminished your view of us.
Let me soothe your worries. Give me your Hand.
Whether night or day, we are watching. Pound

by pound your life will become ours. And Pound
by pound, we will assimilate you. You
have been chosen. Now give me your Hand!
There is no recourse now. You are our Kin.
Every one is waiting. Disappoint us,
and the consequences will be dire. Blatant

contempt will be met with harsh and blatant
chastisement. Your burdened heart will then pound
brighter, stronger and true. So stand with us!
Be close and loyal. Its futile when You
fight so hard. Be easy now, join your Kin.
Be courageous child, just hold out your Hand.

Sometimes only Blatant threats will woo you.
A Pound of flesh is often sold by kin.
All those among us must offer a Hand.

Ramona Gibson Hughes
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