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brandon nagley Nov 2015
Taketh the weapon's
Out of the young
Poor man's hand's;

And replace the gun
In the palm's
Of the old, rich beastly men;

Send the young boy's
Who art but eighteen;

Let the greedy
Fight their own war
For their oil, gold, and papery green.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

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