The Rifle’s Bullets by Fatma Awer

Bullets that penetrates the hearts and minds, deviously

Bullets that harvest all the souls

The souls of the elderly and women and children

And steal the peace and safety

When is our salvation day from the bullets of murder?

Will a day come when bullets transform into flowers and roses?

It’s just a dream, but I will be waiting for it.

[social_warfare]

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