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a perfect shot, to the head,
trickle of blood, he is dead,
the smoking gun, in my hand,
justice done in lawless land,
father of two, middle of street,
his widowed wife, revenge sweet,
ageing mother weeps for son,
in my hand, the smoking gun!
score is settled, bullet fired,
job completed, I was hired,
reason why, I do not know,
nor the problem nor the row,
feelings for him, I have none,
in my hand, the smoking gun!
shoot to kill, is what I do,
paid to do without a clue,
list of names in the docket,
each dead man, fills my pocket,
blame me not for what I do,
curse me not that hell I rue,
I hear the cops, time to run,
In my hand, the smoking gun!
man kills man in various roles,
innocents dead, bleeding holes,
soldiers kill on battle grounds,
cops on streets, bullet sounds,
gun kills people one by one,
yet words can kill more than one,
If our words and deeds are sweet,
there won’t be guns on the street!
another street, new job begun,
In my hand, the smoking gun!


5th placement
Written 27/04/2021
Guns Poetry contest
Anthony Biaanco sponsored
7/8 syllables each line.

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