Bullets

There is no line of poem
for the rain of bullets
There is no human heart
to match a non-human massacre
Life after life
trauma after trauma
we have no answer
to the cold engineering
of the excruciating pain
and the darkness of deaths

Civilization also has no answer
to those suicidal bombers or
invaders to provoke wars by the powerhouse will

Someone, has the stone heart chiller than the bullet