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The gunman secures by his concealed identity  
shrouded in mystery, shadows lurking out of sight
kills, by order, greed, and convenience.
With blood-stained conscious 
Our land Sliding into anarchy, becoming a boiling cauldron
But where is the unknown gunman from?

Every time he showed up spending noisy hours, 
he left unscathed perhaps the cries of the victims 
couldn’t rouse the night watch men from their slumber, 
honestly, they must have been tired.  
After all our leaders only condemn such act 
and as good citizens we weren’t expecting more.

Our leaders tiptoe and mewed 
oh, the fear is potent. it’s a cold war but who’s after us?
Here, crimes can be control except that of the unknown gunmen 
Amid the deep smoke from his firearm
Many lives brought to their unexpected end, 
Maybe these gunmen are not truly unknown.

Since the impart of the state are rarely felt
the government remain unknown by most citizens 
probably they’re all unknown, 
the decimation of the night watch men is a flight into anarchy, 
once violence is allowed to sit, 
it cannot be ordered to leave.

while officials rehash old press releases 
with misguided rhetoric, daily doses of media reports 
on activities of the unknown gunmen are relentless.
With many federating units like the polygamous home of an African king,
justice, equity, and fair play should be central place
only then can we raise and dust ourselves to face the future which is now.

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