Paper Targets

Paper Targets You shoot at people as if they were paper targets Not caring who you kill, maim or injure Your outrage has been well planned Not a single bit went wrong You serviced your guns Collected hundreds of bullets Dressed the part in boots, fatigues and body armour Then made your way down the main street Calmly walking with guns in hand Carefully aiming and firing at random targets One round here, another there Aiming at chests, necks, heads, legs But reveling when you shot them in the back Are you effing crazy? What the hell made you do this? A red letter from the leccy company? Your girlfriend ditching you? Your dog pissing on your leg? Nothing justifies your actions Not even an act of war For those people you shot were innocent Not some enemy Russian soldiers on the battlefield You gunned down a dozen plus lives Selfishly cutting them short with total disregard Injuring ten more to varying degrees I guess your shooting wasn’t so accurate Or did you maim them on purpose? Only you know why you did this? Bringing war to a quiet urban street Where they’re more used to arguing pensioners And drunken chavs fighting at weekend In the space of five minutes you changed everything Putting this small town on the map For all the wrong reasons Including your cowardly suicide Tell me, did you have any regrets? Before you swallowed the barrel and blew your head off? You’re nothing but a effing coward With a collection of illegal guns… New Dawn 2971 Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers