As the Bullets Fly

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  • Death
    • NinjaPrincess
    • When you're down don't fill your day with sorrow, lift your chin up and look forward to tomorrow.

    As the Bullets Fly

    As the Bullets fly
    Brothers die
    and pain is slowly suffered.

    As the bullets fly
    children cry as
    brothers, sisters and parents die.

    As the bullets fly
    angels cry because
    they can't stand
    to see you die.

    As the bullets fly
    brothers cry, looking
    into the still eyes of
    a lifeless brother.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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