Dedicated to the ones who do not have a voice to speak
Straight bullet through the head
Another woman dead
I hear sirens, I hear crying
Another soul departing
Death comes suddenly, O Lord
Death comes uninvited, unexpected
To make another child an orphan
Full of bitterness and hatred
It hurts to hear helicopters
Early in the morning
It hurts to hear helicopters
Late at night
What happened to the birds
Singing in the sky?
What happened to the butterflies
Dancing with the rainbow?
Straight bullet
Piercing the dreams
And so much goodness
The poor woman had
Straight bullets
Are the thoughts they think
Killing their brothers and sisters
Killing their own
A straight bullet
Took the girl's mother
The silence is deafening
The silence is brutally dark.
Antoaneta Kolarova is a contributor to the L.A. Garment & Citizen.
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