Poem: Heartful Bullets

Neither the humans nor the guns will understand the value of lives. So what about…heartful bullets?

Poem: Heartful Bullets

Shiny, sharp, and loaded
Powder in that belly
Strongly built of lead
Pointed head to pierce

Looking with disdain
At the cupid’s arrow
Who will bleed love
When we pierce those hearts

The shiny little capsules
With fire in their belly
Tearing the air apart
The ripping sound of anger

The final kamikaze act
Finding home deep inside
Cutting through flesh and bone
To find the still beating heart

The music of life
Heard through the heartbeats
Unfinished act ending in
A quiet climax of silence

What if the sharp pointed edge
That could precisely find
The location of the human heart
Had a heart with rhythmic beats?

A bullet could fall in love
With the beauty of human lives
It would abandon its pursuit
Be a mere shining jewel

For the value of such love
Would indeed be priceless
A life saved is a gift
A sea of gratitude redeemed.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2025

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“To shoot or not to shoot, that is the question.”
― Steven Magee