Then, at last, I saw and shamed; I knew how these dumb, dark, and dusky things Had given blood and life, To fend the caves of underground, The great black caves of utter night, Where earth lay full of mothers And their babes.
This passage reflects on the sacrifices made by marginalized people, highlighting their struggles and the life they give to support their communities.
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