5. Jonathan Rhamie

A Stroll

 

I took a stroll down the barrel of a gun

Outta breath so I had a rest in the chamber

I sent shots at the setting of the sun

Saw so much death want a guard for my angel

 

My tongue took a trial as my trigger

But it held too much hate to articulate

Didn’t care if my strays struck a stranger

With the passion that I’d generate

 

But bullets are like boomerangs.

 

And I was refunded in full

For the trigger I pulled