BULLET
BULLET
Fired from a barrel of a gun I make no distinction
between right and wrong
I tear through them both
I am like humanities extinction an act of hate condensed
from all forms
Whether shot for reasons right or wrong
I will bring bloodshed and violence wherever I travel
I might start a war
End a life
I will always sow seeds of strife
But the real perpetuator is the person behind the gun from
which I was fired
Not the gun from I was born or sired.
<Deleted User> (4281)
Thu 15th May 2008 17:53
Hello, Daniel
Well expressed almost educational poem about the use of Guns' we do not have them here one has to apply for a permit. Nice piece of poetry proclaiming Peace rather then War.
Thank you,
Zuzanna