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...“They screamed that they should have a say in things,
we destroyed all who would question True Man,
until those who were left stopped their shouting,
since then we have ruled all with a firm hand.

“That will be your destiny, my grandson,
as a Better, you have been born to rule,
you’re stronger and smarter than those peasants,
next to you they are nothing but dumb fools.”

And with that Kaahbli nodded his head,
Sabati looked on with pride in his eyes,
to hear how his people reformed this world…
but there was something left out, he realized.

Sabati looked with a perplexed face,
then said, “Grandfafther, I’ve heard from Laashun,
that peasants live savage across the sea,
that there are more lands across the ocean?”

The look that came to his grandfather’s face
struck young Sabati deep down in his core,
he said, “How did you come to hear of that?”
“My friend told me, and I want to know more!”

Kaahbli scowled, and sat a long moment,
then turned to the boy with a cold resolve,
“Yes, boy, there is land beyond the ocean,
but it’s not a place where we go…at all.”

But Sabati’s young mind would not relent,
and Kaahbli saw it in the young man’s look,
he sighed and sighed, “Well I guess you should know,
but listen closely, it’s for your own good.

“I was a young man, when we first went there,
in massive ships to cross the endless waves,
the peasants there are called ‘Americans,’
and they are not of a mind to behave.

“We had to battle clear across the sea,
lost countless ships to their vessels and planes,
tens of thousands of peasant troops were lost,
five First Fathers killed by their missile rain.

“And when we finally beat their navy,
when what was left of us got to their shore,
their army was waiting, showed no mercy…
never had I seen such slaughter before.

“Half of us were dead when they were pushed back,
we took the cities they’d built by the sea,
True Man himself seemed shaken by it all,
never seen such a costly victory.

“But we had a foothold, we’d go from there,
the Americans were battered and bruised,
and we’d make them pay for their insolence,
yes…at the time that was our point-of-view.

“Yet every time that we left the cities
gunshots would come in, scattered everywhere,
we’re fast, but we can’t outrun a bullet,
and wherever we would go, one was there.

“ ‘A rifle behind every blade of grass,’
an old peasant said that of them back then,
Americans, it seemed, did like their guns,
right down to everyday women and men...

CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
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