Silver Bullet

Gritted teeth and clenched fists

Raised high beyond us

Sweat drips slowly

Over our tensed bodies

A man walks out on a platform

He stands high above us

His expression calm

His hands at his side

Together we growl

Curses and laments

Throwing disdain his way

The woman standing behind

Catches the scorn

Her hands infected

Louder we scream

Faces contorted

Only to be wicked

We get closer to the fence

One climbs it boldly

Makes it to the other side

Then a silver bullet skims

Right between his lips

Ripping them to pieces

Again we scream

One less

The man standing high

Caresses his silver necklace

A bullet is the charm

He breaks into a smile

As more climb the fence

Four more silver bullets

Four more lips shredded

Five less

Our screams get a higher pitch

Some now frantic

What use was this

The man has no ears

His were taken by corruption

I relax my hands

Quiet my voice

I've decided against

That silver bullet

It's not worth it

And that is why they win.

Author's Note

Tell me whatcha' think. :)

Reviews

[Alexa Tarvid]

Very good. If you were to insert some punctuation, you'll be able to draw more attention to lines that make this poem. It flows beautifully and your point is well made. Though I would not mind a line that might signify why there is such a struggle. The poem could pull some strengths if a cause was at least vaguely outline. All in all, good work.

^_^ Alexa