A contribution to Ronovan’s decima challenge 38, with Bash as the prompt word on rhyme line D.
Abashed We often find ourselves ashamed knowing we're members of a race that barely shows a human face, our consciousness twisted and maimed. Uneulogised, unknown, unnamed, the heroes of our human kin retain this knowledge in their skin; the reddening of cheeks abashed, confounded dreams and ideals dashed, condemned to darkness held within.
We really should be ashamed!
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