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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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