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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a clear clean message. I love that. It could hasve actually been more extensive in its examination of the subject but its still fine. I'll give it my good grade of 8. Greenwolfe 1962