Let the Bullets Drop As Flowers

Lifeless bullets asleep as captive In the restive barrels of the cold guns Cold as the shadow of death Waiting camouflaged in the dark Wake up at the strike of the trigger Pulled by crooked fingers of insane men. The bullets to accomplish the mission Whiz on fire to their feral freedom Carrying the slices of mad men’s spite On their zooming shoulders Shoot off toward the fated targets To deliver the message of murder. Would the bullets stop midair Abandon the fatal flight Refuse to become cold blooded killers Stop and shed the flakes of fury Fling the lethal intent in the thin air And disappear forever. Would the life they get from fire In the stillness of the deadly barrel Blossom into flowers of the verdant vale Would they let the living Breathe free the fragrant air In this beautiful world. Won’t we listen the mute voice of fallen lives Imploring our humane sensibility : Let the bullets sleep forever unfired In the rusted barrels of the discarded guns Let the shooting ones stop midair Drop as flowers on graveyards. ________________ April 24, 2021