WHAT IF?

I wonder if bullets could think. The limited lethal life they have, what if they knew the purpose of their existence, what if they knew what deed they are carrying out. Once they leave their homes (guns), would they know what are they bringing to an end? Or what they are about to start? What if they could interpret the thin line of being an accomplice to the righteous martyrs, or harboring terrorists?
It is a combustible life they have. They live to kill. As they pierce through a living soul, they damage the intended target by tissue or mechanical disruption through impact or penetration.
And this is just a part of the story.
They dysfunction a whole family. They bring an end to a process; they replace life, its joys with death, sadness and anger.
They just do not penetrate flesh, they penetrate life. They question Gods justice and proclaim evil.
What if they knew all of this? What would they do? Would they retreat? Would they seize what have they set out to do? Or what they act like us? Just breathe a sigh of relive and carry on?
Am I getting too desperate?
Maybe I am. I just cannot relate optimism to human beings. We architect are own disasters and then feast on our miseries.
We kill, we sympathize, we inquire, we blame and then… we kill again.
How do we categorize rationality? We ask God to help us kill His men! Which part of religion are we following? Who gave us the right to eliminate life processes?
Frankly I don’t see us changing.Maybe its time I go back to my desperate thinking… what if bullets could think?