In
the hot summer of 69
I was
standing watch
Around
the houses
It
was May 13
The
good feeling
It
gone into fear
When
I heard gun shots fired
In
the distance of the night
I
heard stories
How
many people were shot and killed
I was
standing watch
In
the night
The
racial conflict didn't spread
I
could cycle around when curfew lifted
The
night was the fear of the conflict
But
nothing happened in the village
The
days turned normal
I
could return to school
But
the fear still haunt me
Though
it stays in memory
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