Pull the Trigger

PULL THE TRIGGER Pointed a gun to my chest, To chatter it like pieces of crests, I know your bullets are like darts, Fast like four wheeled carts, And as swift as a cat, Your pistol made you the predator, Others the prey. Have endured the tortures, And still have breathe in me, The clouds of fear no more in my heart, Remember that a jailer is no different from the prisoner, Both lives i n fear of the unknown . Clothed in black like an assassin His visible eyes as red as blood, Try all you can but you won’t get a clue, Why stand still with the gun pointing to my chest, M an ! pull the trigger. ANYABOLU IFEANYI DOMINION AD 2019, 20 MAR