Nemesis will wake

Thou who by the sword dost live

By the same thy death shalt meet.

So say the sages of all ages

And thou whose finger on the trigger

Doth find delight in snuffing life

And who with bullets feed thy hate

A lesson from the smoker learn

That hate is like unto the fire;

Each puff the smoker thence doth draw

Will shorter make the cigarette

And his very life abridge as well.


Tell the gibbon in the Schloss

The grinning dog minder

With bullets for a leash

That bye the bye the moment comes

When having run to the corner,

To pain and fear become immune,

The hare will dare the hound.




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