***Draft***
Sun sinks low in the western sky. Wild.
Two men stand tall in the dusty aisle.
Colt Walker grips with a seasoned smile;
Smith & Wesson stares him down a while.
Tumbleweed rolls through the vacant street,
Boots clink loud, hearts skip a beat.
Bystanders whisper in the sweltering heat —
Quickdraw showdown, no retreat...
Eagle's shadow passes by;
Gunpowder scent’s rising high.
One lives, one says: "Goodbye!".
This Land don’t care - who or why?
Eyes like steel, cold and keen.
Every man's got his own mean.
Click goes the trigger, shiny and clean —
In a heartbeat, truth is seen.
Walker moves swift like a whirlin' gust;
Smith’s finger pulls with a deadly trust.
Guns bark loud, bullets bust;
Settle debts in the ashen dust.
Eagle's shadow passes by;
Gunpowder scent’s rising high.
One lives, one says "goodbye"...
This Land don’t care - who...
Or why?
Neuronchaser. This Land Dont Care Who Or Why
© Copyright: Олег Крыжановский, 2024
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