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Nov 25
ambushed,
he walked right into the firing squad
they aimed and fired
and got him good

he brushed the dirt off his shoulder
he wouldn’t die
he was going to seak his truth
even if it shaked the foundation
of those around him

there‘s no pleasing everyone,
he thought
saying yes to something that drains you
will **** you quicker
than a gun

other people’s discomfort
was not his affair

he stood straight
and took another round of bullets
to the chest
Written by
Peter Beda  52/M/Brussels
(52/M/Brussels)   
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