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Dec 2015
Rat a tat, tat,
Rat a tat, tat,
The sound of a Gatling gun,
****, this isn't very fun.

Mindless violence still continues,
Even after the war to end all others.
(Armoured cars still drive around,
keeping peace with guns?)

Who is the enemy and who wants to be
free?
Fighting their fight, let's see how that helps - when they bomb your country. More murders and plans of attack, keep the dice spinning?

Who's turn is it now? Did you just 'pass go'?
Written by
Rob Symington  Plymouth
(Plymouth)   
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