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Dani and His Gun by KJ
Hannah Greenberg
Dani and his gun, dropped
Off at the local center,
To catch a van to the depot,
Where swarms of soldiers
Assemble, to get back
To base.
Those young men, all
Someones sons, rifles
On shoulders, berets
Pinned firmly to shirts,
Gear rolled into duffels,
Wait patiently.
Snipers, other marksmen,
All someones sons, aim,
Protect our holy land via
Hands, hearts, prayers,
Also bullets, grenades,
Rocket launchers.
On breaks, they bus home,
Slurp soup, chow on chicken,
Annoy sisters, hug parents,
Dandle nephews, nieces,
Crawl with small fry, forget
War for a while.
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