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?