Messages in Bullets

Through the narrow highway
The masked messengers have created a jam
In one way they rush forward
In one way they rush backward;
On the one-way path,
One of them started yelling,
Through the veil:
‘The messages are in the bullets
We are driving around
We have no destination.
If you want to know why
The messages are in the bullets.’

When we ask them to remove their masks
They answer they cannot, why because
‘The messages are in the bullets.’