One Question from a Bullet

One Question from a Bullet


I want to give up being a bullet
I’ve been a bullet too long.

I want to be an innocent coin
In the hand of a child
And be squeezed through the slot                              
Of a chewing gum machine.

I want to give up being a bullet
I’ve been a bullet too long.

I want to be a good luck seed
Doing nothing in somebody’s pocket.                                  
Or some ordinary little stone
On the way to becoming an earring.
Or just lying there unknown
Among a crowd of other ordinary stones.

I want to give up being a bullet                                      
I’ve been a bullet too long.                          

The question is
Can you give up being a killer?