Crispus Attucks
Practically nothing is known about you in your time.
You were in the wrong place, a victim of a crime.
Provoked British soldiers opened fire on a crowd.
They had been taunted and jeered with insults quite loud.
This was an event in pre-revolution Boston town.
Five citizens were murdered in the name of the Crown.
You were a victim whose blood was spilled that day.
Outraged Bostonians demanded the soldiers pay.
Revolution grew from those dastardly deeds.
This infamous event planted the seeds.
Your martyrdom brought you historical fame.
Today, many schoolchildren know you by name.
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