fall of France

Last Stand

Awakening to whistles piercing walls
Seeing women running by 
Watching little men cry
I began to question "where am I?"
Thundering roars threw me
Metal dropping down like rain
The people writhing in pain
Should I lie down 
The crushing noise of the vehicles engine
Many people lying in its path
I could feel the behemoth wrath
I wondered if I was next
I saw my helmeted brother
The color on his chest
He had decided to take a rest
I knew he would see me soon
Life of oppression is promised
This is my last stand 
Alone with my brothers we take deaths hand
For death is the solace of freedom 
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