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Slowly_Slowly the snails
Move in fear,shivering
Shells in shadow fright,
Walking away from the
Fires that burns into
Their only carved cave.

Thousands voices shouts,
With sticks, machetes,knives
And clubs hovering in the air,
The night was blind,as it lay
In dismay while feet trampled,
Bashing it eyes,blood gushes
From it body,squashed and
Tattered were it clothes.

Howling cries of strapped
babes with mothers running
feet stamped to the earth,
fears...