Pretty Bullets

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I was watching the news right before I retired for the night, and when I couldn’t sleep these thoughts were written down… Seems as if everyone everywhere has a genealogical severed arm to their family tree; someone at some time in the family line died or has been wounded in war or from a violent crime – it’s the history of the world and it makes you think. If it affects you directly then most will somehow question why!!!

Pretty Bullets



Give me bullets and I will not make you a gun
I will but chew them up and spit the shells at your feet


Pretty bullets all lined in a row
Knock one over to see them fall one by one


Like acid, gun powder melts away the flesh
Why do our enemies arm themselves with the tools of war


The brave and the weak all line up as one, but someone brought a gun
With malice or just for fun


When the smoke dissipates
The lifeless pile upon themselves


God bless each and every soul that leaves a stone upon hallowed ground
I honor those who obey to protect


Though I will never understand the hatred of humanity


Nevertheless history mandates survival of the fittest
So I will strengthen myself to make a stand if I must


When it is up to me I will not be the one to provoke
Give me bullets and I will not make you a gun...


It is easier to walk away when no one has a weapon; if everyone were only armed with words!?

 

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raziel69 commented on Pretty Bullets

10-15-2010

'It is easier to walk away when no one has a weapon; if everyone were only armed with words!?' that is a great line, no truer words i have ever heard spoken. great write, 10...Raz

soulwriter

11/23/2010

So sorry my friend that it has taken me this long to get to the gracious comment that you were kind enough to bestow. Thank you for reading and I will most certainly be rewarded by reading your works. Thx Soul

Kanicki commented on Pretty Bullets

10-10-2010

Pretty Bullets excellent title with a great message. I read you and too share your sentiments. Great Work.

soulwriter

10/10/2010

A delicate subject that can be interpreted in many ways... thank you for your look!

Kanicki

10/10/2010

Yes an emotionally charged subject and too delicate; yes it can be interpreted in many ways; that was one of the many things I respected and appreciated - Pretty Bullets, well crafted. Peace, Light and Love.

rsalassi commented on Pretty Bullets

09-01-2010

I do love that closing line. It drives home the point not stated that many do not have the words they need to be happy and substitute force to achieve it, but lose any hope of ever getting there.

soulwriter

09/01/2010

Words and Weapons - both must be controlled without aiming directly at the heart!!! Thx my friend

rsalassi

09/01/2010

How true. How true. But weapons can only kill you once; words can keep on killing for all eternity.

Ming commented on Pretty Bullets

06-30-2010

Love the poem, and the sentiments , but as soon as I'd finished reading , reality confronted me, with violence on TV, violence in song, violence in cinema. If only as you say we were armed only with words - UTOPIA --- Naaaah , we will still find a way to mess up, find a way to commit atrocities on our neighbours with those same words that seem so benign. We are predators predisposed to be killers, with our forward facing eyes. -Ming

soulwriter

07/12/2010

What a crazy mixed up world - yes reality has a sobering affect on us all minute by minute... forward facing eyes looking all around for the warning signs!!?

Ming

07/12/2010

Forward facing eyes looking all around for the warning signs ! ! ? . . . NO . . . ! Forward facing eyes, .. the eyes of a predator . . .! -ming

ansari commented on Pretty Bullets

06-20-2010

its a nice piece of poetry, thought provoking. Yes the world would be a wonderful place if there was no hatred and no war. if human values are respected, and when man treats man as an equal. would appreciate your comments, on my poem ' gratitude to my teacher ' thank you.

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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