The Bullet
I am neither good nor bad; I am but a small
chunk of lead
Yet in the wrong hands I’m something to
dread
I’ve taken countless lives and saved
countless more
I take no sides – I even no score
I’m hurled at supersonic speed from the
barrel of a gun
Once in my path you cannot outrun
I have no remorse, I feel no pain
I move at the direction of the crazy and the
sane
I’ve shot down thugs and Presidents alike
Pierced every part of the body, sometimes
just for spite
Not once have I ever shed a tear for
anything I’ve done
Or cared in which direction I may veer once
I leave the gun
If I miss my intended target, then that is
ok
Something or someone will eventually stop me
along the way
Once it was a child in a stroller in whose
body I came to rest
They traced me back to the gun of a thug by
using a ballistics test
I’d be content being a weight on a wheel
Then I wouldn’t have a function to kill
But for now I remain a deadly chunk of lead
Standing ready for whatever lies ahead
© Kent Fletcher
April 9. 2010
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kent Fletcher retired as Deputy Chief of the Durham NC
Police Dept. He served with that department for 301/2 years. He is a graduate
of the 162nd session of the FBI National Academy and has an AA and BS degree in
Justice Administration from Guilford College. Writing short stories and poetry
has become a part-time hobby. He can be reached at
hkfletcher@nc.rr.com
