Bullets Fly - Poem by Watchful Steward
Bullets fly bang bang
Bullets hurt when they hit you
That’s what I was told
Bullets fly and people die
Bullets fly people die when bullets fly a wry
Innocent as well as the bad die when bullets fly
Why do bullets fly?
Because someone is stupid
Someone is mad
Someone that is bad
Someone anyone can make bullets fly
Why do we make bullets fly?
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