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TO A NINE-INCH GUN by ANONYMOUS

First Line: WHETHER YOUR SHELL HITS THE TARGET OR NOT
Last Line: SEEK BREAD TO FILL THEIR MOUTHS AGAIN
Subject(s): ARMS & ARMOR;GUNS;KRUPP (INDUSTRIAL CONGLOMERATE);MURDER;WAR;
Whether your shell hits the target or not,
Your cost is Five Hundred Dollars a Shot.
You thing of noise and flame and power,
We feed you a hundred barrels of flour
Each time you roar. Your flame is fed
With twenty thousand loaves of bread.
Silence! A million hungry men
Seek bread to fill their mouths again.



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