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There was always martial music
Drifting around Peace Square
As the People's Liberation Army
Paraded in the sun's hot glare

And  the condemned were dragged  
To be lashed to their bare stake
Perhaps each was  wondering
Just how long it would take
From the command of fire
For the bullet to start
Its first and last journey
To be buried in each heart

Or maybe each was anaesthetised
By each brain refusing to believe
Just precious seconds
Before each ceased to live
The contortion and relaxing
Of each now dead face
Before each body was removed
From that execution place
The sweepers cleaned the blood
Threw fresh sand on the square
To remove any signs of
What had happened there

And the strident martial music
Played on and on and on
Long after the square had cleared
And all signs of death had gone

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