Steem-Pocalypse Poetry Day 9--Round 2

Target Practice

It would be neat
as this floating being
to pluck bullets out of the air
wave ‘em round like I just don’t care

I’d send them back to their source
drop them at their feet
It seems I’m losing my taste
for revenge. Losing my haste

I’d like to see everyone succeed
live to raise families
make the world a better place
leave behind these months, years, of disgrace

Don’t run in plain view
they’ll get you, get you