What would a bullet say on its way to an innocent boy’s skull somewhere in the world where it can triumph and conquer over man?

a memory flashes here and there,
his family on a wall lined up and killed
like lambs no one did understand
what their blood for, was spilled,
but I doubt the boy still recollects;
Oh no! I know what I’m here for—
I saw the purpose in his small brain—
like all these soldiers who died in vain,
the boy’s mind was thinking of but one thing—
like all of us, the boy was only playing a game.

Identity is collection of poems about who we are and what we might find if we really look inside and mean to learn and face whatever we find.

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Danny Ballan

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Identity | Crazy Like God

Identity | Crazy Like God

Crazy, like God– everyone believes in me, yet everyone does not give a damn about whence I came, they all but hold a guarantee that I never leave. So sure so secure when they have me– coins in their pockets, a raging river with endless uproar a body...

Identity | The Rain Must Fall

Identity | The Rain Must Fall

So stained a heart that is of man’s— right down, the soul, cold-blooded conscience struggling for the sun to reach its intimate core, but nothing seems to run in those veins of old; no sweat or blood— all seem under control; no tears to falter now— a heart...

Identity | Dying at A Desk

Identity | Dying at A Desk

Sitting, daydreaming, flying to the endless boundaries of a silver screen— the world is all at hand waiting yet to be seen, and hearts are up and running— desire inside so keen to get by, day by day— the world is all at hand, yet what does that wide world...

Identity | Be Gone

Identity | Be Gone

You devour me with every look— eyes blazing in a desert glimpsing a fleeting mirage; no matter how my lips move you see them revolving, no matter where I sit my bottom’s the sun— you seek no other light; my legs are a crime so obvious to move left or right...

Identity | A Bullet’s Life

Identity | A Bullet’s Life

I was born yesterday in a hustle-free factory, a man was smoking carelessly on top of the gunpowder around the cases and me; fitting me inside is never an easy task yet it is never done manually anymore, nor does anyone tend to save on me— I am abundant...

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