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| 353. The Square I stumbled and fell into the town square Neither a protester nor part of the gang Yet I was now somewhere not to be For out of the chaos now shots did rang All about me people gasped and cried As gunfire ripped into those milling about Within moments the wounded and dead were falling That this scene would be a massacre I had no doubt I had only been shopping for some food When crossing a street proved my downfall I was swept into a torrent of humanity And pushed into the square with them all Now I cowered among those I didn’t know My fate clearly written in reddened brick It is now that I began to understand freedom Among the dead and dying stacked so thick Though not a brave or courageous man I knew that to do nothing meant my doom So I rallied several from around me And sought to make weapons from axe, shovel, and broom When others began to note and see our actions They arose and proudly did as we Though scores continued to fall and die A cry arose to seek our liberty So we rebelled against our killers Our remaining numbers too much for them to hold We swept upon them with murderous intent Many surrendered and their lines began to fold But we didn’t halt when we stopped their murder For our numbers grew and spread from there Regardless of the reason for our new cause We overturned the government and stripped it bare So now we’ve taken power and made new laws Our flags fly freely in the fresh air But we’ll protect what we have won If others ever gather in the square |
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