Bullet can I ask you a question
Why are you so terrible
In the wake of your onslaught things kill so many dreams
See how you rip though bodies and kill so many in streams
Just a ripple from the trigger sends blood flowing in streams
Made by man but yet given a life of your own
You are not the solution because you break up many a happy home
People dealing with issues thinking that you can solve them
Yet in the end you become their greatest problem
Look at the damage that you do to their world.
Taking the lives of innocent boys and girls
Oh bullet they say that you know no name
But yet in life you play such a deadly game
You have no eyes so therefore you cannot see
Blind to the fact you are killing off humanity
I wonder if you knew your crimes would you repent
And if so would you claim that the deaths you caused wasn’t meant
Would you just blame man and absolve yourself of guilt
Wrapping your conscience up in an unmerciful quilt
Nothing but a piece of steel
Yet those who have emotions that feel
Why has the bullet been given the power to kill
Not even knowing those whom it may slay
Yet those precious lives will not live to see another day
Recently I read about the child that was shot and killed
I guess that had to go because this what heaven willed
But why were you so unsympathetic in what you did
Do you not realized that the life you took was that of a kid
Oh mighty bullet let me ask you another question
Because every day your deadly deeds be having me guessing
I wonder at your worth but I still cannot figure it out
Death and destruction is what you’re all about
Look at how tore through that woman’s heart
Ripping her entire family apart
Then you have these greedy businessmen that become a gun dealer
Them as well the triggerman is the real killer.
Look at the precious souls that have forsaken
You have become a favorite tool of Satan
Iron is supposed to be a precious metal
But it is used for the wrong purpose by the devil
He destroyed the souls that he possess
Even the killer kills a part of themselves in the process
So bullet who do you answer to
Is destruction the only way that you pay your due
All it takes is pull of the trigger to unleash your fury
Shutting down all the factories that makes bullets would be the best theory
Because a lifeless bullet can take a life of its own
Once released into the air it is terror prone traveling at the speed of light
All it takes is a pull to end a life
Causing grief and destroying so much
A lot of havoc can reaped from a bullets touch
Man fingers the trigger and then he pulls it
Little does he realize the endless consequences of the terrible bullet.
By Bobby Bostic
