Bless Me With Bullets (The Sonnet) | Amantes Assemble

Just once let me die for the people,
Then I can live in peace.
Once I am wiped out for the world,
Then I can have my long awaited sleep.
Only when a bunch of bravehearts are sleepless,
Can the rest of humanity sleep in peace.
Only when a bunch of reformers are peaceless,
Will all the inequalities be appeased.
To hell with personal happiness!
To hell with the notion of personal and social!
There is no person, there is no planet,
Till the troubles of the world feel super personal.
Come all ye offended, charge at me
with your entire arsenal.
I won’t resist, come and bless me,
with your bullets of denial.