If Bullets Could Speak

[Lorna]

(a poignant poem written by a GG friend of mine)

If Bullets Could Speak
by Syndee Lee

Pull me out of the barrel
Cause I'm just a measley bullet.
Put me in a safe place,
Don't pull it!

I don't want to be
The object of danger
The death of the innocent,
Or lodged in a stranger.

I don't want to be
Death from a war over drugs.
I want to be safe and warm
And be the cause of hugs.

I don't want to be
The end of a battle over money
And No Matter what I cost,
They all just run from me.

I want to be put aside
To wait for the perfect time
Whan a regular person becomes a hero
Protecting life, ending crime.

I wan't to be when the innocent
Breathe with love in their hearts,
They hug and they hold,
Not to be taken apart.

I want to know the lives of those loved
Are undisturbed and intact
And all of the good, need no more,
To fight back

And the demons escape
The body of the evil, dead,
Go back where they belong
In streams of red.

I want to be remembered,
Be a part of good news,
Not a shameful mistake and
Like you, to live life like I choose.

Don't want to be taken for granted,
Or put here to justify
Cause everytime I'm in the barrel
Someone...
Could die!

[Stephanie H]

Lorna:
Great post.
It give the new meaning to weapons and their useage.
The weapon is not the starter of the trouble only the tool to inflame it by someone who has limited respect for life