A sniper chooses his target,
simply aims and shoots,
one more down, 1000 more to go,
just trying to complete his mission.A civilian walks in the line of fire,
just wanting to get back home,
she didn't mean to be interfering,
didn't mean to be in the middle of war.The sniper chooses his next target,
30° North of him, clicks the trigger,
prepares himself for the shot,
aims to hit, aims to kill.The civilian slowly falls,
the sniper realizes what he's done,
the civilian lays on the ground,
the sniper rushes up,
the civilian is scooped up in his arms,
he cries, she dies,
and another war has begun.
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PoetryA collection of poetry by @layschips1 RATED PG-13 HIGHEST RANK: #295 in Poetry © 2015 by layschips1 All Rights Reserved