Bullet! ! ! a small missile,
A fire of single from a gun,
Behind it many lose their near and dear ones.
Brings destructions the time it goes out.
Soldiers uses it for the service for the nation;
but, why others?
Society can exist without a bullet.
Bullet a commotion,
oh people feel it pain when you use it.
Minors losses their future,
why don't you let it be where it was?
No future deals with bullet?
Protect life for it costs worth.
Sound of tears all corners,
Stop it! ! !
For every fall of a tear turns a scary curse.
Make the way for peace.
For universe starts with peace,
Happiness can be found without a single bullet.
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