Thursday, March 31, 2016

Bullets

I claim to be against wars
While I fight them with words.
Bullets can also be
What we have heard.
Mine come from
My pain and fear
And care for all
That I hold dear,
For our protection
From this plight
That lashed in
From the night.

Oh God, I wish we were "alright."

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