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They marched on to the town Page 4 Armed with shovels, rakes and knifes Preparing for a battle And talking many lives There wasn’t chance, for reason For their hatred made them blind Killing was the only thing That fostered in their minds When the crowd, reached the town The town folk came to greed The men carried water The women breads and meats But the crowd, in a frenzy Did not see an invitation By then they all went Mad From thirst and near starvation The mayor, with his hand out Prepared, to do some good Met the leader of the mob Who slew Him where he stood