The Gallipoli Bullet

Blood, death, torture
It has seen it all.
It shames itself,
to have caused death.

As it is fired through the air,
Gunpowder leaks from its body.
As he looks around all he can see
Is the devil working his magic.
After he has done his duty,
It lies in the sand crying,
As if he was in agonising pain.
It borrows in the sand,
Deeper and deeper
Until being resurrected.

It is happy with its new life,
Looking over a beautiful house,
From the shelf of the cupboard.