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First the brief bark of a gun
Its muzzle flashing silver teeth
And in the chest of everyone,
Came first fear, though underneath
Guilty thanks that they were spared
Then one among the crowd was pared
And made distinct by staggered step
With desperate sounds of bubbling breath
Her family gathered close about
But right among them stalked that death
Which comes for all, and oh they shout!
Though Babel saw our tongues diverge,
This scourge annulled by plaintive calls
To save her life while still she falls
On the pavement, gasping blood
Dark around her covered hair
How daylight burns in freedom square.















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