Bullet

BULLET

Fired from a barrel of a gun I make no distinction
between right and wrong
I tear through them both
I am like humanities extinction an act of hate condensed from all forms
Whether shot for reasons right or wrong
I will bring bloodshed and violence wherever I travel
I might start a war
End a life
I will always sow seeds of strife
But the real perpetuator is the person behind the gun from which I was fired
Not the gun from I was born or sired.

by Daniel Hooks

Comments (6)

I'm back! ! ! My name was hellp because my mother found my poems and back tehn i had poems that were alot more intense. about suicide, religion, and sex. My mom banned me from the site and made me delet all my poems. (my mom and family r VERY strong christians) i changed my name and deleted only some of my poems. My name was hellp cuz i felt like i was in hell and i REALLY needed help. i was so scared. I'v never been on the website for years and then i got an email today that sed i hada comment on one of my poems...i read all of the commments i missed and it totally inspired me to continue my poetry. I changed my name and i will try 2 pick up where i left off...i havn't written poetry since i got caught...thankyou so much for ur support
I agree with what all the other men wrote here - I haven't read their comments but I am male so of course I agree. If only I could dye my hair blonde then I could be uniquely individual like all the other Paris Hiltons out there - actually, if only I had hair to dye blonde, that would be a start.
i'd like to cut my heart out and give it to the beautiful mind of a young woman- big deal
Tasia the mind of a young woman, that dangerous place where man dare not tread, i have devised a plan, when i see a young woman approaching i have this little bell i start ringing the bell and yelling danger young woman with mind full of secrets thus warning all the young men i dont have to worry about young woman myself, because when young woman see me coming they take off yelling old age is creeping up on us With a warmth Allan
Unfortunately Allan Tasia's description is about right it is as hopeless to try to understand as it is to understand the Almighty himself... should he even exist
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