from the notice board of the rapid action bullet force

am i no match for them but they arrive in a batch
the bullets come rushing, them i have been moving ignoring
they say the government has passed an order
they say each one of us will be followed by a bunch of bullets
when i tell them to fuck off, they say it does not matter

am i no match for them but they arrive in a batch
the bullets come rushing, them i have been moving ignoring
they say the gunmen send them for each one of us
am i caught by surprise i had seen them only tailing
those, i have realised, are the government's; and these are theirs

am i no match for them but then let's clear the doubt
people, more humane people would be amiss
these bullets are for protection and revolution
it's only collateral damage if the bullets go faster than us
we survive on our land for the energy to move quickly

the blame's on the dead and the wounded,
there are three million people, a couple of us
our dying does not matter for the well-being of our universe
am i no match for them but they arrive in a batch
the bullets come rushing, them i have been moving ignoring

now we have started praying to the Atiya Sidaba
now we have started running away from our homes
now we have started looting, raping and killing
now we have started using the bullets
now we have started hanging out with the bullets

in surreal orgasmic orgy our companionship is growing
us with the bullets and am i match for them now
when they come rushing it's only a matter of luck
if you die, killed by a stray bullet coming from back or front or both
but no more do i ignore now for the sake of my butt

am i no match for them 

but they arrive in a batch; 

the bullets come rushing, 

them i have been moving 

ignoring—yet no more