The Sniper
SARAJEVO - 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; she'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.
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