They where the few until against them the many came!.
Their rebellion was clean until the greed brought them shame!.
A single voice crying for the hate to stop!.
One bullet and a peaceful man's, body drops!.
A lost child among a body of rapists!.
True christian taken by the rage of a satish!.
Innocent blood on the road of sorrow!.
A fiendish shadow and another soul to borrow!.
Thousand step and hearts of metal!.
Over taking the few like wind to a petal!.
Another nation confused or blinded to cries!.
Two more days of being deaf while the few sadly sigh!.
One man standing as his children fall!.
Left wondering why the gun he held had to stall!.
Just tell me how it sounds!.
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