A Ballad

Every street is seething with impotent mobs
Scudding towards bushes and caves
Desperately searching for cover
As the angry barrels target each one of them,
Bullets singing the anthem of the day

Where vicious throngs reside, truncheons
Are too lenient to bring back law and order
As the steady sirens fall silent
Muted by land mines, suicide bombers and
Bullets singing the anthem of the day

The supposed leaders of tomorrow
Carry ak 47s following suit of their fathers
Whether it’s self defence or barbarism
I cannot tell but all I hear are
Bullets singing the anthem of the day

Sun baked blood-stained avenues
Awake to angry growls of guns
Fired at humans like they’re hunted animals
Felled like fruitless trees occupying wanted spaces by
Bullets singing the anthem of the day

by Stella Sisanda Qishi

Comments (3)

So lovely write.... i love it...
Wonderful brilliant outstanding take on the theme of mindless violence! Yuh's got the talent and the insight! I am proud of you.Congratulations
interesting... i love the last line................... Athena *** words will change the world ***