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The Seven Six Two

By thirty nine mil

A bullet launched

Without much skill

Aim point hidden

Out of view

The firing noise

Quite distant too

Just one person

To make it shoot

To squeeze the trigger

Then it’s on route

A steel core

And copper case

It will hit

Just like a mace

But yet so small

It’s hard to see

The chances of it

Hitting me

But oh my god

There’s more than one

So do I stay

Or do I run

The crack, the thump

Surrounding me

The lead tip points

That I can’t see

The Kalashnikov

A worldwide gun

So easily fired

By Anyone


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