My Country, My Friend

Oh how I love my beloved country,
the spectacular view of the prairie,
last thing I comprehended was the interrupted colloquy,
between me and my best buddy.
We heard the enfilade marching down the hill,
we tried to escape but still,
they neither gave up nor chilled
those were the Tuareg troop,
we sped to hide in the chicken coop,
the place reeked and was full of poop,
they finally discovered our hideout,
one of them pointed at me and instructed me to go out,
suddenly I heard my friend shout,
in agony and pain he was shot,
I still remembered the day we met,
still remembering the date,
all I wish for is ,
that he is in a better place,
which is paradise.

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