Kosovo the War That Never Was the Sniper

How can we forget this war, when no one knows anything about it? KOSOVO - the sniper He hides behind the dirty window pane with eyes all cold and void of any care in blinding heat or through a drizzle rain his thoughts are only what has brought him there his mind's not thinking that's a special friend nor is that girl in love; he doesn't care; the choice comes on with no thought of the end and made, perhaps, because she's standing there. His sight is set, and all she'll ever be gives way to things her life will never know and when she falls and lays there helplessly his only thought, is she was quick to go. All in a breath, he's layed her to the street; and ended life to make his day complete.