When They Fought for Free-doom!
Let us end this cloak-and-dagger talk.
“Yes, they were shot point-blank.”
Embers are red. Summer was bad.
Our walls grow ears in the dark.
Tonight is unbelievably silent
except for the buzzing mosquitoes –
as it brings our enemies to our fields
and the silence shall not last for long.
our spirit is turning brittle.
It was no good. Those speeches made
the sound and the fury raised.
How do you say that? Free-doom?
Those black guards with their guns
are working our fields with bullets.
This night, sung by mosquitoes,
all who shall appear to thee tonight,
for tomorrow we shall attend their funeral.
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