TRUTH the daughter of Time
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Wednesday, January 07, 2009 @ 11:38 pm
1962 (gunshots were heard) he falls, lying on no man's land, between the walls he built himself. bleeding, his friend succeeded, he failed. Screams of pain incessantly filled the afternoon sky, his cries of help was echoed against the murmurs of the crowd gathering on both sides, he was trapped. MURDERERS! MURDERERS! goes the crowd, protesting against the guards. yet, no one helped him, there he was, in no man's land, his life, leaking away in front of the journalists, the soldiers, the people. 'DO NOTHING', the officers commanded, what happened to the crusaders of truth, have they been blinded by fear? an hour's past, he breathed his last, and came the guards, to clean up the mess, and years went, and memorials were erected, to remind our children, of the murderers who killed Peter, and the accomplices who stood by and watch him die. RIP: Peter Fechter 14 January 1944 - 17 August 1962. |
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