The True Motivation
He stalks the prey—
picks the perfect time
to eliminate efficiently.
The silver metallic barrel leads
to the mechanism,
controlled by the black,
gloved finger of a sniper.
Lurking in the shadows
he waits
…patiently
to destroy the innocent.
Bullets beat the brain
like the fists of an angry husband.
Crimson tears spread
down cheeks of beings.
Anger turns into fiery hatred.
Black and blue marking
the once pale faces and bodies.
Out in public not caring
of witnesses.
Humanity’s violent demise.
Copyright © James Alexander | Year Posted 2011
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