The drunken crowd
Exclaims aloud
'We want more beer!'
While there I stand
'Behold the man'
They clap and cheer
What is their cry?
Let live and die
They thrive on fear
How do I breathe?
Within I seethe
Blinded by tears
They play with guns
They kill for fun
'Freedom's' head rears
They make the choice
For those without voice
And death draws near
As we revoke
Our last small hope
It all ends here
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