Not
one, Not two
But
three bullets
to
singe holes
into
that
fleshless
chest.
To
pierce
the
heart
so
big
it
could contain
the
sorrows
of
a whole
wretched
world
and
turn them
into
joys.
Not
one, Not two
But
three bullets
to
murder
the
memories
of
the apostle
of
Peace
in
the era
of
Violence
