A Yorkshire Poet Poet Free verse

Two Minutes

What happens now.
It’s up to you
Do we die today
If that’s what the must is, yes we do.
Do we talk, walk away or do we do.
Squeeze the trigger and it’s the end of you.
I didn’t want this war
I didn’t want it too
I have a woman at home
I have nothing left to do
I don’t want to see the bullets fly
I don’t want to kill you.
So much life left out there
In here just us two bloody killing tools
Fighting for other men
Killing for the lies of fools.

In another life, in another time. Would we be pointing death at each other like here we do?

Could we have been friends? Perhaps a dream to chase in oblivion will have to do? 

Two minutes fly, 
Two minutes soon go by…
One guarantee this person here gives to you…
If now we don’t decide, two minutes will go by and when the blood in my arm does subside then it’s the end of me or the end of you.

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