Bullet From My Love


It goes straight to the heart,
Piercing the heart across.
Pouring out invisible blood,
And living hollow vacuum behind.
Without itch on your face and body.

Where you die many times inside,
Where your world clock on ignorance of people.
Because no one knows you have emotion,
And your feelings combat with elusive beings.
And your secret tears touches the earth too,
That almost make all the rivers,
And I see all of that too.

The gun that fire the bullet smiles,
Hunting for another, and to fire more.
The more you cry,the more you die.
Stop at once, that, which is killing you inside.
Because you're an African.

Love yourself, love your neighbours.
Now before you walk, craw,
Before you cross, watch,
Before you eat, perceive.
So that you don't meet a second rain.

-Warri Stanley