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Blood spews from punctured sores,
Lashings, slashings, bullets bored;
Flags flap half-mast, batons beat like a drum
Against the shields of evil,


Commanded like pawns by the clowns 
Of a waning regime: they pause and charge,
Their boots shudder the earth,
The Innocents await; praying, kneeling, shivering,


Freedom Weeps.