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They placed a death camp by the river
Which I saw but didn't say
Sometimes there were bodies in the river
Of those who'd tried to run away
Only to be dashed against the many rocks
To take their tumbling ride
Bobbing twisting moving down to the sea
To be taken by the tide
They gave me work at the death camp
Because I wouldn't see
There is always work at such places for
Such a quiet menial like me
Then the revolution came
Not much difference at all
Just different executioners
Piled different bodies against the wall
I spent years at that camp
Compliant to survive
Did all that they asked of me
Just to stay alive
But there is a price to pay
Nothing is for nothing it seems
For lately my sleep
Has been full of tortured dreams
So now I stand at the river
And I shall take that tumbling ride
Hoping  maybe some of my sins
Will be purged before I reach the tide

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