What I Would Have Done
Last night they killed me in my badger hole.
I was resting, my eyes were shut, not a care in the world.
But they came with pick axes and hearts full of hatred.
They did not bother to pull me out, just savagely slice me as I slept.
I am glad that I did not know, because I would have gone wild.
I would have crawled out of that hole and slaughtered all six of them.
I would have had satisfaction too, I would have felt all mighty.
If they had not killed me last night.
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