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Under A Hot Mexican Sun
by Pirate Sparrow
On his knees, under the cruel hot Mexican sun
Chris stared defiantly at his tormentors.
Though beaten and bloody,
His spirit wasn't broken.
He would not give in - they would never win!
He was strong yet he felt fear in his heart,
Where were his men, so brave and true?
How had the Mexicans stolen him away?
He wondered if he'd live or die with only the hot Mexican sun to mark his passing?
Suddenly six guns blazed red hot
They didn't stop 'til all his tormentors lay dead
Chris woke up, covered in sweat and safe in his bed!
The End