"Flow My Tears, The Gunman Said"

"Man had a idea      
man got foolish      
man got clever.      
when all was planed      
When all was said      
Man made a bullet      
Then Put the bullet in your head"      
     
The mysterious      
cloaked stranger taunted      
the young bespectacled gunsmith!      
     
1364,      
The first bullet      
has just been fired!!!!      
The bullet never reached its target      
instead the bullet      
starts its ravages trip through time      
interacting with moving targets      
and random debris.      
killing as it speeds along.      
     
"Allow me to tell you a story"      
says the stranger to the gunsmith.      
     
The gunsmith ceases his tinkering      
laying to rest the small      
pointed projectile of his making      
breathing in the fresh      
gun smoke of his recently fired      
Firearm.      
     
June 28th 1914 Sarajevo,      
the death of Archduke Franz Ferdinand      
and the birth of world war 1.      
September 1939 - 1945 World war 2 countless people died.      
November 22nd 1963 Dallis, Texas,      
the same bullet kills American president John F Kennedy      
February 21st 1965,      
the same bullet kills revolutionary Malcolm X.      
December 8th 1980 New York City      
the same bullet kills musician and poet john Lennon.      
19 August 1988, Hungrerford, Berkshire England,      
The same bullet multiples and kills 16 people, injures 15 others, including the gunman.      
March 13th ,1996, dunblane Scotland      
The same bullet kills 16 children and 1 adult      
..it is the worst killings ever recorded in UK history.      
     
" I could continue"? said the stranger.      
     
"Don't bother"      
reply d the gunsmith,      
Ive seen enough"      
or that death,    
its my fault  
my fault"     
     
"Behold,      
the slave of your labors      
are yours alone to bare,      
Judgement is upon you"    
As the hooded stranger's   
voice became more firm  
and less forgiving.    
   
This single stray bullet never slows      
its velocity never matched      
passing through wells of muscle      
and human flesh      
the bullet      
maintains its treachery      
fulled by momentum      
the bullet like      
the arrows of yesterday      
always finds it mark.      
     
The gunsmith drops to his knees      
bowing down to his human ignorance      
he sheds a tear      
The bullet completes its round trip      
through time      
finally coming to rest in the cranium      
of the gunsmith.      
     
"man made a bullet      
then put the bullet in his head      
"Now flow my tears"      
the stranger said.      
     
The stranger      
lowers his hood to reveal      
the face of the now deceased gunsmith.    
His own crumpled corpse lies on the ground before him.
He watches as his own blood
cascades over the morning dew.        
He smiles as he fades from existence      
hoping his sacrifice would not be in vain?      
     
Every bullet leaves a mark.