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Oct 2016
There he sat
on his tamed stallion
overviewing the Ghetto,
seeing the people
shot down like dogs.
The blood spilling
all over the
black and white streets.
The red of innocence runs away,
to hide from the
Deutsche,
only to be lost in fire.
Damian Jarrod Slabbert
Written by
Damian Jarrod Slabbert  25/M/The stars
(25/M/The stars)   
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