Enraged by truth
This loaded gun
Will seek no truce;
She pardons none.
A rifle – aimed
With nimrod skill
And dogged rage –
Intends to kill.
Resounding shot –
But all too near.
Her bullet was
Too loud, too clear.
Defender thus
Is turned to foe.
Our hunter has
Become our doe.
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