RUBBER BULLET


There is no happy song 

To be sung 

about a rubber bullet.


No words exist to decorate

the horror of it.


From across a street, 

a man blasts a rocket

into a child’s eye


& if you ask the man why

he will


give you a reason


he might even believe.






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