Ballad of the Bullet
In a land of dreams and endless skies,
Where freedom’s flag waves high,
A shadow lingers, cold and vast,
Its echo’s a mournful cry.
The streets bear witness to shattered lives,
As metal rends the air.
Children flee from playgrounds bright,
Their laughter turned to despair.
A weapon’s birth in polished steel,
A craftsman’s deadly art,
It finds its way to foreign lands,
To tear the world apart.
From desert sands to urban streets,
The thunder never fades.
The hand that fires, the hand that feeds,
Both bound in bloody trades.
Lobby halls in gilded sheen,
Where power shakes its hand,
The profits flow, the deals are sealed,
A curse upon the land.
"Defend your home! Protect your rights!"
The slogans boldly claim.
Yet lives are lost, and tears are shed,
In the wake of their deadly aim.
A culture forged in smoke and lead,
With roots too deep to sever.
Yet hope still whispers through the pain,
A call for peace—forever.
Will we one day lay down the gun,
And let the earth rebuild?
Or will the cycle spin again,
Its thirst for violence fulfilled?
The choice is ours, the future waits,
Its paths both dark and bright.
Will we embrace the chance for change,
Or fade into the night?
( Author unknown)
