Page 4 Rg
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
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