Bullet
Qaisar Bashir
Teacher
I do not see who I pierce
I’m blind
In my eyes have no tears
All– fathers, mothers, sons, daughters,
Drivers, militants, cops and forces– I kill
Heartless, callous and stony I am
Bullet is my name
When triggered I do not cry
Or shout– Beware!
Clandestinely I drill through souls
Coming in my way
And with certitude this I declare and say:
Obdurate, unmerciful, ruthless I am
Bullet is my name
Death is my father
That assigned me a contract:
Of knocking you off
I’m not afraid of consequences that may occur
I love battles, red liquid, and killings
The unbeaten king of the world I am
Bullet is my name