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Sniper

by: Peter Lewis Holmes


when I was a soldier, I killed a hundred men,
(women and children, I think maybe ten),
then one hot day as I lay in the sand,
a bullet caught me in the hand
so they discharged me with honour
and now I MAKE guns, which kill women
and children their brothers and sons
and instead of a hand, I now have a claw,
and it takes all my time to open a door

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