Bullet Poem by Bamukunda Hillary

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If it was possession,
Let me let it go.
If it was an illusion,
Am already disillusioned.
If it was refined gold,
Let it shine among the diamonds.
For we are but humans.
We choose and choose not.
We heart and hurt not.
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If it was breath,
Let me die.
For the sound of the bullet
Will forever better a traditional dance
Not once will the heads forget
The milestone tied on the neck
For souls to drown.
Who would live to witness that? ?
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A country that sugarcoats Justice
One misguided vote one accidental bullet.
Who wouldn't want to die away from home?
Away from crying loved ones
If hunger doesn't hung you,
Low diabetes will take you soon,
Since sugar canes can't grow in oilfields.
For when Asia becomes jobless
The people will ask for dentition
Or a bullet to end the worries.