We are the ones who make your head hurt. <br />We are the ones who deliver death to your door. <br />We are the cancer in your lungs. <br />We are the ones who make you hate us more and more. <br />We are the end. <br />The opposition will die. <br />Our bullets are named. <br />Ull end up running in sight <br />theyll end up crying to us. <br />Well never stop. <br />I inhale your hate. <br />I take away your interest in living. <br />Hear your shout coming closer. <br />See you take cover but fail. <br />Feel your tear drops on our shoes. <br />Feel your head squished by my foot. <br />You are nothing but a name in my bullet. <br />You are nothing but the target in my gun. <br />You are nothing but the waist in my boot. <br />You are nothing but the fear we lack.<br /><br />Alejandro Velez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrounded-by-death/
