A Single Bullet Poem by Paul Andrew Bourne

A Single Bullet



a bullet!
a single bullet!
just a piece of metal
in the wrong hand -
in the palm of a gangster
ruptured his feeble heart
burst the wrong vein
fall he him face to the ground.

a bullet!
a single bullet!
struck him like a vicious beast
crippled his future
extracted that final substance -
an untimely end,
no time
no time- for byes.

why....?
why, a life so purposeful,
a life so meek,
a being so sweet,
a mortal so pure,
should meet the end this way?

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