Ricochet

Mere bits these bullets, so cold and gray poison piercing's which the jaded heart conceals, in the heady light of day good men reel recalling these morbid missiles played. Blood which hotly runs leads weaklings astray bringing uncalled for blackness to congeal oft in coddled, crimson, rivers most surreal on pathways and walls, red ricochets. Call back those loosed demons, wants, desires ... become a brighter bit of coal transformed a flaming diamond full of holy light, 'fore the bullets tear and youth expires, praise not the bigot, brash and uninformed. Be the truth which knows no ending, defy ... for foul anger, hatred, violence, all underlie, the crumpled wall, the tattered form, the child's sigh, all poison piercing's guns and bullets buy. Play not the shill for evil men who lie. Let youth and fire... form facets.. for the right and strengthen all that's growing in the light. Caudate Sonnet abba abba cdecde efffgg volta line 9 *Inspired by "Scared Bullet" by The Scribe (Marlon Linton)