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Saturday, January 31, 2015

The Bullet - POEM of the MONTH!



The Bullet


In short-sighted cities
Along their boulevards
With defenses down
Behind glasses barred

The windows are broken
In neighborhoods ignored
But even among the tower
There are horrors unexplored

On a chosen Wednesday
In what seems random
Far from the northern shores
In an office of printed freedom

I penetrate skin
Rip through flesh
Break bone --
And, end existence

Screaming across the lobby
The scent of powder in the air
Screams from the innocents
The scent of hatred as a prayer

In the City of Lights
As throughout many
There are less shining
And more to be angry

It is not my choice
When I carry all your fears
It seems my only path
Since those beginning years

I penetrate skin
Rip through flesh
Break bone --
And, end existence ...

So, until you end my own
From palaces, to deserts and dives
Like the one who shot Liberty Valance
I am capable of saving lives

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In this poem "The Bullet", the "I" and "my" are the personification of the bullet; and the "your" represent the people living in cities, towns, states and countries. (This poem is partially inspired by Neil Peart's Distant Early Warning. In Distant Early Warning the "I" is the personification of an ICBM missile flying over the polar ice-caps, and the "you" is the people of the world.)

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