Blood On the Plateau
Gunshots pierces the silence of
the night
The shrill cries the shouts and
the flight
The herdsmen, spillers of blood are on
the Plateau
The Sheriff is seated on the high horse in
his Chateau
The Plateau people in such a hopeless
fight
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