The
bullet flies
Somebody
dies
In
the crowded street
In
the back alley
The
news flash out
The
men in blue stare
The
chart on the wall
How
many died this way?
There
is no clue
The
bullet flies anyway
The
fear hit the society
Who
will fall today?
Nobody
seems to know
After
a while the silence
The
years of yesterday bullets
It
remains open today
The
bullet flies
Somebody
dies
The
crying of tears
The
fear in the eyes
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