Tuesday, January 29, 2008 @12:52
and we picked up our rifles.
and fled to the scene.
the battle that was being fought.
was like a very grueling dream.
but we held the fort.
for as long as we could.
bang. boom. explosions. gunshots.
yet there, as strong as ever, we stood.
and then we ran out of ammunition.
and the time was also up.
surrender and live.
persist and die.
so some of us abandoned our honour.
and let our heads down lower than our feet.
but the rest of us , we wanted our own freedom.
so we gave one last effort.
and what happens next?
the sufferer and the witness.
