none left
behind except the final few
who
dragging feet had given in to fear
and felt
the cold now in the still dark air
there was
no doubt but that each of them knew
no help
would come not even what was due
since out
beyond stood no one who would care
about such
folk and none with heart to spare
for such as
perish in cold morning dew
now
liberation is the glory word
for when
the yoke is taken off our backs
but that is
not what happened on that night
the actual
story’s complex and absurd
involving
battles skirmishes and tax
with
weeping loss of kindred truth and right
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