And the crowd roars, worshiping the hero ,
Above she stands erect , her gaze piercing lost souls ,
And the crowd bows , obeys the idol ,
Behold, she rises , her voice thunderously falls ,
And the crowd howls, swords and arrows ,
“Peace!” Her bleeding heart sheds hidden sorrow.
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