Thirsty Bullets

Loud cry of cannons in
The air,
Many are already dead
On their beds,
Murderous creatures,
No plans for the
Future;

We fight for glory,
But we leave the true story,
We send blood Spillers
Into the air,
But we are the evil bullets;

Our love is like an ice,
It melts before our eyes,
We engineered our own problems,
We are bullets;

We are bullets,
We accomplish missions, but
We are wallowing in confusion

Emmanuel Shadrach
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/14/2020

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