A Sniper Scope With a Heart Behind It: A Poem
Eye glued to scope, and void of soul
his finger getting itchy to pull that trigger
scanning over uniform where to make a hole
in this raw game of survival and nothing bigger.
Then just before that last finger twitch
something caught his eye putting off killing
the scope showed a man praying in that ditch
holding tight a picture to his chest while kneeling.
Now adjusting the scope to zooming
he could see the picture of a smiling girl
her gentle eyes like two blue flowers blooming
with daddy's loving thumb passing over blonde curl.
Head fell heavy on the rifle that stayed silent
with a few tears rolling down his tired face
bitter lips cursing his life turning violent
cursing this heartless human race.
Then a shot raped the silence and he took a peek
just enough to see picture sprinkled with blood
and to his right a grinning victorious freak
with a smoking gun cheered by squad.