A Rifle Scope With a Heart: A Poem
His eye glued to the scope while detached from his soul
and his finger itchy to ruthlessly pull that trigger
he scanned over that uniform where to make a hole
feeling pushed into game of survival and nothing bigger.
Then just before that merciless finger twitch
something caught his eye that delayed that killing
it seemed like the man was praying in that ditch
holding a picture to his chest and kneeling.
With a quickly adjusted scope into zooming
he saw the picture of a smiling little girl
her blue eyes like two flowers blooming
with daddy's loving thumb over her blonde curl.
Head fell heavy on the rifle that stayed silent
with a tear or two rolling down the tired face
lips whispering a curse about his life turning so violent
cursing gods and justice and entire human race.
Then a sudden shot raped the silence and he took a peek
just in time to see the picture now sprinkled with blood
and to his right a grinning victorious freak
with a smoking gun and cheered by the squad.