happy suicide

the man with the gun is determined
he believes in something that will prevail,
the reign of the gun, world over.

his hands are steady for just a moment,
& that's when the trigger is pulled,
the all furious bullet is unleashed;
out of the barrel now & cursing the wind
mindless it goes singing its song.

it just has to hold on now;
the melting time gradually makes it slow,
and the nature trying to pull it below.

it hopes it's target is not far now,
and yes they meet - bang it enters, with
the flamboyant devastation of its force.

the victim cries 'suicide attack!'
the bullet is a happy martyr now,
loosing Everything to the enemy!... or
to the cause of the gun, only God will tell now.