We are gone,
a product of blinding heat
that wandered in a fleeting moment.
The replies were meek,
not fully aware of the language.
Only understanding the color.
Green equals money
and money is always needed.
And so it was taken,
duty was fulfilled.
If only we had known not to hide.
In that place, that night, that moment.
When distant revenge would be exacted
and we would be in the crossfire, hidden.
Cowering in the dark,
unseen,
until we are gone.
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