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Droplets of sweat
Oozing from his forehead,
Heartbeats pounding,
Eyes searching through the smoke,
He aimed his revolver
At the enemy soldier
As the bullet found its mark,
As the enemy staggered and fell;
Running forward, holding him close,
Tears rolling down his taut face,
He looked a picture of sorrow,
Foretelling a bleak tomorrow.
Humility had killed pride;
But the scars on the heart remained;
For an entire community had suffered,
Their hospitality betrayed;
A humble race that bowed its head,
Was lost in the history of bloodshed.
Just another pellet
In a world losing values select.
