by Makola

Bullets
Fatima Bhutto
 
Bullets riddle the air
Hate stalks
The streets
But sitting up high
They laugh
Nothing is wrong as long as I have power
 
Danger lurks around corners
Violence flows as freely as blood in the streets
Suddenly
Death is a part of everyday life
But those at top
Look down at the people and smile
Nothing is wrong
Nothing will go wrong as long as I have power
 
The city erupts, dissolves
The city collapses
But, at the top
They rejoice
They are in power
 
End 1995

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