Not Rubber Bullets

The so-called Rubber Bullets are live And are not to leave hit victims alive… So, Shooting Time, do not ever drive And ‘Spraying Hour’ you try to dive, If really you wish to survive. Better so than their penetration Followed by a battle to self revive Or on surgeries a concentration To not your family a life deprive... You go ahead to speedily dive Like one certain that Death shall arrive Because Satan you’d seen with Live Bullets connive In time to stop trooping mourners, often a beehive; At your residence busier than a bee While awaiting calming whisky or hushing tea But also your conveyance for a fee.