Rifle Poems - Poems about Rifle

Sorry Ciro Gargano Boss of corruption your latest scare tactics representing queen pin gangster disciples leaders is it Man Die wisconsin woman's prison blood was everywhere after she stabbed five persons again man die female gangster disciples leaders Ciro Gargano and my abusive ex husband two arson murders sharing the same female violent offenders looking for early...

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~ A Running Joke from Israel's War for Independence, 1948 ~ I'm a brave soldier, I defend my land This broom is my rifle, I guard this sand I fight for the right...

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Roy Campbell 'FLOWERING RIFLE' ...

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Put the rifle back in that shattered bag, don't want to forget traumas from my hell. Geysers in my soul only need to explode, watch me hike tonight on my satellites....

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The children were pulverized, decapitated, Their flesh was ripped apart. This is the land of the free, And the home of the brave. Good guys with guns waited an hour. 19 students and 2 teachers were murdered. The children were pulverized, decapitated, Their flesh was ripped apart. We need AR-15 rifles to kill prairie dogs. We need AR-15 rifles because they are semi-automatic. 11-year-old Miah...

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My heart in search of peace and love Now finds the world’s ironic deeds. They wage a war for peace, they rove In streets the roaring rifle bleeds. For God they clash, for cash they fake. They race their life to reach nowhere. Their schools unteach, no good they make. ‘Be loved’ they want, no love they care. I hope, for sure, the...

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Witchcraft fruits shrivelled gorillas' brains Wrinkled spectral charm fire scarred apportionment Wary growl sharp lip foretell malefactor debauchery Overcome in jungle rummage, fur maimed Leather crevice herbivore hand final resign Claimed by human biscuit boned, rifle of dominance Cunning stealth shadowed charcoal fervour obvious Conquer given, victor's triumph misaligned 1st February Inspiration from Eric Duthie edited ' Wild Company ' published 1962. Story -...

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My AK-47 will arrive sometime today. I am horrified. Why did you order an assault rifle? To hunt. To hunt what? Deer. I stare at her. Wild pigs? I glare at her. People? She says slowly. I wait in hiding for the package to arrive. Snatch it off her porch and smash that Ak-47 up into tiny pieces. It is not easy, but I have...

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What he did to simple Mark With a sword Left him with a complex mark In a ward … Endless cries of “Oh! My lord “ “I’ve broken somebody’s spinal cord.” Before then, parading a rifle4 But from his Dad getting eyeful, Who would a begged laughter stifle As blood-letting isn’t a trifle....

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Guns don't kill people But bullets do So keep all your guns But make bullets taboo Restrict cartridge sales Like any jet flight With proof of ID & registered right Limit each purchase To registered guns Make mothers happy With long-living sons Bullets kill loved ones & people we know So give every shooter A tough row to hoe!...

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Eleven years had passed since the marching Allies left the small and peaceful town of Baiano; they glanced back and heard the song they cherished and loved: admiring those pretty stripes and stars! Grateful for their kindness, women threw flowers petals and claimed them heroes; the smallest boys and girls followed them dreaming of their America: a free land where everything was granted! I pulled a yellowed...

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Her long, flowing, black hair sways in the autumn breeze silence speaks, she is silent a lonely bullet lays in the chamber her hands rest gingerly on the guard her fingers snuggle the trigger The leaves blow, the poppies bloom and the grass stands still.... her eyes gaze and wonder.... the enemy is in her cross-hair silent speaks.... The bullet...

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Metal never pierced flesh or bones Ligaments weren’t shattered in dashing haste Not decorated with purple stones For my heart hid from that waste Sand and fear my tongue still taste Born to die in hellish fire Infernal flame, spirit crushed ready for Assured last breath, in deathly mire I shut down and lay in war Thoughts race, scream and roar I’m afraid Escaped the...

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The Gun was gleaming Flashing in the summer sun Confidence of steel...

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The Assault Rifle Madness Continues By Elton Camp From Sandy Hook we are still in dismay Then another shooter blows folks away This time it is in western New York State Where a murderer expressed his hate A military-style Bushmaster did choose Same type weapon as on kids just used Shout “Second Amendment” all you can On such guns there should be a total...

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