The Murder Of The Dove With The Olive Branch

Within the wide walls of the convenience store
You stared, wide-eyed, into his eyes
Like a child discovering a new experience.
He saw what you saw; the enemy
On the Long Island road, and before him he showed
The sleek, black body of a .45
That pointed itself at this enemy
And the gun in his hand, he made his stand
The trigger fell back as his finger commanded
A solitary shot; his target fell to the floor
You were stunned, your mouth gaping wide open
You played the witness to another murder
The murder of the dove with the olive branch





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