Red Mist

A babe in arms, who knows no sin, A mothers love for only him. A carefree shopper, enjoying the day, Each not knowing what may come their way. A young man yet unversed in life, A teenage girl longs to be a wife. A down and out, drunk on meths, Each not knowing their impending deaths. A cyclist peddling for all his worth, A boy and his mates so full of mirth. A policeman's lot maybe not a happy one, Each not knowing they may soon be gone. A man, overdressed in the July heat goes by, A rooftop sniper, watching, knows just why. He raises his sights, his target cannot be missed, His aim is true, a bombers head becomes red mist. © Dave Timperley 2014