Cosmopolite

We were just a car at night
On the road with lights.
We had no hidden plan
Only leave this ruined land.

Then from the dark of night
Bullets began to strike.
Our breath was taken back,
Their target was our car.

He tried to cover me,
Shield me from the death,
And to his head a bullet sped.
Me? I was safe; But he? He was dead.
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