Bullets

A lot of homicides are taking place, The actual damage is being done. By more than just the one item alone, That we know of as a gun. Plenty of rapes are being committed, By a one that doesn’t even have hands. Neither do they have legs to run with, Yet they are used by mere mortal man. You see this one item has wounded, A great many soldiers; it has. Physically in wars; the Civil, and in Vietnam, Still, mentally, a great many more it has. They enter in, yes through the head, They poison our feeble little minds. The damage that they do is tremendously worse, We are left in a mere mental bind. Bullets are what they are, Though not the type we physically see. They are invisible to the necked eye, But the damage is done mentally. We are trying to grow in grace and, Taught the “Word” in and out. Instead of having your faith showing outward, Someone has planted a bullet of doubt. With goals ahead and unsure time, You’re striving to bring those closer and nearer. But before you have really gotten in the grove, Here comes a bullet of fear. Committed to a one who, Is just as much committed to you. But bullets of negativism come your way and, Now you cannot make it through. Being looked down upon for going against the trend, All you’re doing is just being nice. Being on the top about to be shot not once, But with bullets of jealousy, shot thrice.