I Am This BulletA Poem by Gary McDonaldA second approach to my war piece.
I am this bullet, I am this sand
the searing heat of an Eastern sun warming my eyes that glare at this man wild hair pulling on the wind, to retreat larger and larger, he appears to me one arm clutching his rifle, the other dragging his reluctant body forward focusing on his gaze, he's coming my thoughts turn to the tempting trigger with my finger lost in the images of his loved ones the glowing statue of his pregnant wife joined by the young daughter, yet to speak their arms intertwined in my mind's mirage realising as I do, this man is just as I a helpless pawn on a tyrants chessboard sent as a sacrifice with no reason or reward a twist of my head reveals my own men my friends, brothers, whose families I know this sudden dilemma strikes my throbbing skull do I murder this innocent man, or have the lost souls haunt me forever like the machine I've become, I reactivate I was the bullet that killed this man. © 2010 Gary McDonaldFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on January 13, 2010 Last Updated on February 3, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorGary McDonaldCrawley, West-Sussex, United KingdomAboutDo not love for the love of another, nor seek the sights already sought, live for the lives of the many, and your days will in time be taught. Gary I'll be swinging in from time to time, but.. more..Writing
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