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Gillespie.

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Riding at dawn, riding alone,
Gillespie left the town behind;
Before he turned by the Westward road
A horseman crossed him, staggering blind.

'The Devil's abroad in false Vellore,
The Devil that stabs by night,' he said,
'Women and children, rank and file,
Dying and dead, dying and dead.'

Without a word, without a groan,
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Indian 13 September 2021

Ah, what a beautiful poem about the glories of a bloodthirsty coloniser who caused to spill the blood of people who were merely wanting their freedom back in their own homes. Nothing glorifies a murderer like a poem : )

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