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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