When Bullets Speak

When bullets speak
It ushers Silence
As all become weak
End of the sentence.

When bullets speak
More blood will flow
There's no Peace to seek
More Wars will grow.

When bullets speak
No one to counter
For the dead are meek
Lie in surrender.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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