Murderers And Bullets. Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Murderers And Bullets.



I pray to God that our flag and side
Are the righteous. We fight in the name of peace.
I do tremble inside.
My bullets are my guide.. God! Give me a little piece
Of heaven. Let me run from this warlike hell.
Murderer or victim... Neither time can tell.

Thursday, June 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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