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For a Bit of Cash, They Kill People

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Skendong Poetry


For a bit of cash,
They kill people.
Snuffing out life,
A conscience feeble.
They don’t care,
With operatives plan –
Bullets lay bare,
Humans drop.
Ever seen a dead body?
Sniper retreats
Into the shadows,
But secrets bleat.
Blood on their shoulder.
What’s beyond death?
Killers –
By ghostly visitations
In dreams.

Another Poem by Skendong: strange operatives: the prism is dark


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