I have seen violent hands
Clench cold steel
And make stiff curled fingers
Pull triggers
That force bullets to corkscrew
From barrels
With sonic boom speed
Traversing bodies
Falling backwards
Taking lives before backs
Ever touch the asphalt
I have seen the weak
Suffer in silence at
The hands of the violent
Who take life by force
Without a sliver of remorse
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