Keiko

Friends, South Sudanese, countrymen, lend me your hair;

I come to split up with Keiko, not to whisper to her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their collarbones;

So let it be with Keiko. The noxious Tanya

Hath told you Keiko was hungry:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Keiko answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Tanya and the rest–

For Tanya is a timid woman;

So are they all, all timid women–

Come I to speak in Keiko’s funeral.

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