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spare for a bullet
Skillful mighty ways and means Moulds callous steel to shapes One of versed human creations A dream to bring own tribe down Though thoughts combat inside Love peaceably dies in fraud Hate and money wins life's pride Intolerant fingers adept them loading It seeks reply passing through the heart Ending the one who he loves last Or put to death somebody hates most It is clear sole aim is for killing Is not life worth more than a shilling? Swarnapali Liyanage (2008-12-9) ©2000 - 2008 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.
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