Men and men all over
All burning with anger
Rampaging men, like a deluge
Swept on the highway
And stared breaking all statues in town
Beaded many, some were grounded
Some were mimed and some destroyed
And at last
They stormed towards my statue
One among the violent mass
Forward he came
Real slow and cool
And
Without much effort he plucked
My beckoning finger
That pointed index
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