One question from a bullet
John Agard

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?

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