It had taken a life and flown through the air

Traveling supersonic

It was made to do this

It was made to fly

It was made to penetrate the sky

It had taken a life

And had done its job

And would do it again

With its glossy red shine

This bullet was minted, punched and stamped, cleaned and beveled.

Stood with it, brothers and sisters. And had done its job.

This bullet is not a toy.

Is not a game.

And should be respected every time.

Its counterpart is useless without him.

The counterpart could not have taken the life.

But is all in the decision of something greater.

Something so simple.

Yes the bullet and counterpart took the life

but who really made

the compromise.