A planet,
Made of Steel
and Powders.
Flammable,
And Bloody Lethal.
Fires spread widely.
Thousands die daily.
A man walks neatly.
Smiles smartly,
A suitcase he carries,
Contracts Of Souls
It owns.
In it,
Powders
and Roses
Powders for Money,
Roses for a Treaty.
A Gun is Sold,
A Child is Shot.
A Civil War is born,
A Peace is Torn.
Heaven to Hell,
A Tear fell.
A Gun dealer is a Hobby
From the West,
Imports to the unlucky,
Black Nation,
Steel
And
Powders
To planet a bullet,
In their chests.
Copyright@[x]
Influenced by[z]
Note: Written after watching Lord of War, last week. About Gun Dealers to Africa.
Made of Steel
and Powders.
Flammable,
And Bloody Lethal.
Fires spread widely.
Thousands die daily.
A man walks neatly.
Smiles smartly,
A suitcase he carries,
Contracts Of Souls
It owns.
In it,
Powders
and Roses
Powders for Money,
Roses for a Treaty.
A Gun is Sold,
A Child is Shot.
A Civil War is born,
A Peace is Torn.
Heaven to Hell,
A Tear fell.
A Gun dealer is a Hobby
From the West,
Imports to the unlucky,
Black Nation,
Steel
And
Powders
To planet a bullet,
In their chests.
Copyright@[x]
Influenced by[z]
Note: Written after watching Lord of War, last week. About Gun Dealers to Africa.
2 comments:
Obscured: I know u like the movie, And I liked it too, I watched it, and it was sad..
Nameless: Yes I know what you mean :).
This poem been as a draft for long time becoz i thought it was not good.
Thanks for reading, me thankful.
Salam--[x]
yes I know your Email, and I did reply, I hope it gives a full idea of my childish brain lol. j/k.
Salam.
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