and then it was time to begin.
the men, they lined up proud.
they had their guns strapped over their shoulders,
and they were ready to climb the hill.
what was to come was imminent;
a fiery battle to have.
for all rights to man,
they'll fight to the death,
and justice will always prevail.
there they were at the low ground.
their enemies way up high.
every inch gained was a victory in numbers,
for all will rise the same.
yet their opponents were nothing but weak.
anger fueled their fire.
to share in their wealth was mocking tradition,
but to bogart they lose as well.
and the battle will go on forever.
for they are merely human.
climbing a hill and keeping them down,
a mixture of hell and heaven.
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