Whelps of Themis

Rancour is often the most bitter
Between two mongrels of one litter.
The old bitch Themis grins to teach
Her whelps where lies the prey for each.
They crack the hard, they tear the tough,
And never think they gorge enough.
From Death alone would they crouch back,
For Death shows bones they can not crack.
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