a good bullet never saw a good war
a good bullet never felt the hammer strike
a good bullet never heard the thunder
never felt the heat of the explosion
that sent it like lightning
flying from the chamber of a gun
the barrel of a riffle
a good bullet never tore a hole through flesh
a good bullet never shattered bone
a good bullet never bite into a heart
and held it in its teeth
until it stopped beating
a good bullet was never made
was never made
was never made to steal a child’s smile away
not your sons
not your daughters
not at any age
a good bullet was never made
a good bullet was never made
a good bullet was never made
to turn a playground into a graveyard
where a mothers eyes drained
of all their colors but grey
fill with storm clouds
that endless pour down
tears of grief over the dug open earth
a good bullet was never made
to turn a school into a war zone
where a fathers chest is emptied
of everything but the pains of loss
for his daughters smile
that he will only see
in photographs of memories
and haunted dreams
a good bullet was never made
to turn a traffic stop into an obituary
where blind hate and fear
flows from heart to hand
to trigger and hammer and...
****** will somehow
not be considered ******
when the hand of the killer
wears a badge
and the training manual
says shoot to ****
as it is more cost effective
and the deceased
will become just another name
to be lined up behind a hashtag
and a slogan...
a good bullet was never made
was never made
to feel the hammer strike
to leave the chamber off a gun
to steal a life away
A good bullet was never...
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
a good bullet never saw a good war
a good bullet never felt the hammer strike
a good bullet never heard the thunder
never felt the heat of the explosion
that sent it like lightning
flying from the chamber of a gun
the barrel of a riffle
a good bullet never tore a hole through flesh
a good bullet never shattered bone
a good bullet never bite into a heart
and held it in its teeth
until it stopped beating
a good bullet was never made
was never made
was never made to steal a child’s smile away
not your sons
not your daughters
not at any age
a good bullet was never made
a good bullet was never made
a good bullet was never made
to turn a playground into a graveyard
where a mothers eyes drained
of all their colors but grey
fill with storm clouds
that endless pour down
tears of grief over the dug open earth
a good bullet was never made
to turn a school into a war zone
where a fathers chest is emptied
of everything but the pains of loss
for his daughters smile
that he will only see
in photographs of memories
and haunted dreams
a good bullet was never made
to turn a traffic stop into an obituary
where blind hate and fear
flows from heart to hand
to trigger and hammer and...
****** will somehow
not be considered ******
when the hand of the killer
wears a badge
and the training manual
says shoot to ****
as it is more cost effective
and the deceased
will become just another name
to be lined up behind a hashtag
and a slogan...
a good bullet was never made
was never made
to feel the hammer strike
to leave the chamber off a gun
to steal a life away
A good bullet was never...
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