Would the Bullets Stop Midair
Lifeless bullets sleep captive
In the barrels of the guns restive
Cold as the prison bunk
Sleep and wait in the dark
Wake up at the strike of the trigger
Pulled by men burning in anger.
The bullets to satisfy the hunger
Eat the fire and get their freedom
Take pieces of the angry men’s venom
On their hot shoulders
Shoot off toward the living targets unaware
And deliver the message of murder.
Would the bullets stop midair
Refuse to become cold killer
Stop and shed the pieces of anger
And throw the bloody message in the air
To disappear forever.
Would the life they get from fire
Blossom from the deadly steel into flower
Would they spare the living and rain love
Let people live in freedom and safety they deserve.
Would we not listen
And listen with some patience
To the muted voices of the lives fallen
Imploring our senses humane :
Let the bullets sleep forever unfired
In the cold discarded gun barrels rusting
Let the shooting ones stop midair
Drop as flowers in gentle shower
Cover and bury the world of anger.
Would the bullets stop midair?
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