The Terrible Bullet

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