Hands slipping on butts and stocks
Barrels cold against cheeks, eyes gawk
Swaggers and flaggers, grins and sneers
Bullets across shoulders like garlands dear
When Ego stands taller stronger than man
Lurks and haunts vengeance in the brain
Ah, what do they plan to aim at
A dove, a sparrow or some wretched brat?
In pursuit of an enemy not perceived yet
Following own shadows, unknown fret
on look out for a rival, a foe
while he resides in them where ever they go.
serene and dignified the face of every words make one heave..a very exquisite piece of write
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So the depth is explored here, and you did it yourself: In pursuit of an enemy not perceived yet Following own shadows, unknown fret on look out for a rival, a foe while he resides in them where ever they go. A profound write, with every line steeped in meaning! ! ! i agree with a.r...