There he lies unwithered
The cold tar his bed
And his blood gushing out through his head
He was walking on his way back home
When he was shot
Two shots silenced that 'indomitable soul'
The mob watched him with their silence
Promptly in place
Mute and unperturbed they saw what they did to him
For they knew that he was a martyr in vain
Soon there will be another corpse like his
Lying defeated on the streets
For he will be a 'cold-blooded' whistleblower
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