Sniper
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
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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