Ellias Anderson C.A ( Known as captain A)

(Iran, Islamic republic of)

Bullet's effects


i think we all can estimate the bullet's effects,
sea of blood and the the people who collect,

people who collect the lives of poor,
people who are fighting to achieve doer

bullet's side effect is merge death
it will kill your warm cheering breath

as our black moon is coming up,
as the riches are collecting golden cups,

they don't care about the world,
they make bullets, like the spring of words

there is nothing but a trade,
that those people have made,

THEY JUST WORRY ABOUT MONEY.......

Submitted: Wednesday, December 11, 2013

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inspired by dear Dave Walker, after reading his beautiful recent work.
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