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******

The bullet was made by an expert

discovered when removed.

At the autopsy of a young guy

one of several just arrived.

Not a gang war it was known

but a ****** working alone.

 

The public scared out of their wits

the police under pressure.

Three dead this boy the latest victim

attacks in varied locations.

Was it by somebody from the military

an expert with a unique ability.

 

No clues was not good to hear

the public afraid to be here.

Tall buildings made them easy targets

when would the next strike be.

Though summer the temperature cold

through information they trolled.

 

As another victim was gunned down

more evidence was found.

Two teenagers saw a man with a case

get into a city works van.

Contacting with what they had seen

a new image came on the screen!

 

Every law officer was instantly alerted

a face found to fit description.

An ex soldier with traumatic stress

caution the critical word.

Quickly a sighting was received

the entire force relieved.

 

A gun battle ensued policemen hurt

not killed in the line of duty.

A swat team eventually shot him dead

in a disused ammunition factory.

News soon spread of the snipers demise

the gloom factor began to rise.

 

You can never argue with a bullet!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Written by
malcolm-terence-gould
English
Published
Jun 15, 2011
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What a nightmare if a ****** started shooting. The Foureyed Poet.

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