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I am writing this as vivid as a candlelight dancing in the dark ~
Portraying shadows of my greatest regrets.
There’s a battle going on around the world ~
Even as the sunrise enters and shines inside these walls ~
And through the nights, stars frolicking like ladybugs dancing in silence ~
I, sited in anguish and guilt think that the exclusion of one man ~
From the battlefield could spell victory in our favor ~
And so I cowardly isolate myself into a silent warrior ~
Just as a sniper would ~
Lying flat on his belly, watching from a far distance ~
Less conspicuous to the enemy.
I hope that my dormancy helps us get the upper hand ~
But before I head out on this conquest, know that I had fought a good fight
Mike came home from Afghanistan yesterday,
I ran into him at the VFW...he looked at me
from behind eyes that had seen what no 22 yr. old
kid should have to see....he told me he didn't
belong here, that his brothers were in the s---
and he wasn't there to help......
Mike came home from Afghanistan two-weeks ago,
but only his body was here, his head was
still playin' tricks on him....... Mike didn't say much,
just blasted his drinks and looked uncomfortable.
Mike came home from Afghanistan three-months ago,
I heard he had been a recon sniper in the Stan,
and watched as one of his brothers had been
ambushed and snatched in the distance,
unable to help.......
Mike came home from Afghanistan four-months ago,
people said he went crazy at the bar, raced-off
on his motorcycle and crashed goin' 110 mph.
around a highway crossover in the pourin'-rain.
Mike never came home from Afghanistan,
but his body's in a box, buried in his hometown.
INFANTRY
At alert all day,
Waiting for the Marshal's orders,
To move into position against the foes,
Disintegrating into companies,
To launch their campaign.
Day and night on the battlefield,
Bullets raining the sky,
Reinforcements and air supports engaged,
Soldiers left hoping to come back alive,
But many died on the battleground,
And others injured,
Sacrificing their lives at the altar of victory.
As a sniper,
I said to a fellow soldier
''God gave me a special gift,
Made of fine instrument of warfare,
If He was to put me and my sniper riffle,
Anywhere up to and including a mile,
A mile to the arch enemy,
With a clear view of sight,
Pack your bags young men,
War is over''.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2019,JAN 29 {whatsapp 07061816037}
Observing Death
Look into the trench when a bomblet falls
Squirms without legs, excruciating balls
It means nothing him squirming, twisting in pain
I eagerly search, to find more of the same.
It’s not a film the loss is real
Surprises me, how little I feel
Blood and guts hanging around
A burst of fire, death curdling sound.
A loud cheer erupts as they fall
And I feel nothing, nothing at all.
After all they have done invading Ukraine
I want to see them wounded and dying in pain
They’ve raped, tortured, looted and maimed
And now they’re killed under bullets of rain
I enlarge the screen, to enhance the view
Of an orc dying, because his time is due
War has a way, of raising the tolerance bar
A sniper takes aim, bullets riddle a car.
I don’t feel sickened as I eat my tea
It’s most important that Ukraine is free.
David Cox 04/02/23
My name is Captain Thomas Blake
William’s company commander
I am very sorry for the loss of your son
at the hands of a sniper
I did not get to know him as he was assigned
to my company only a week ago
I have enclosed his personal effects:
1. a sepia toned picture of a young woman holding a
baby boy with Mom and Me in black marker scrawled on the back
2. an envelope with the name Susie written in feminine hand on
the front containing a love letter from her
3. a well gnawed penicil and tattered notebook-
your son was an excellent poet
4. one dog eared Gideon New Testament
5. the Scot Terrier token from Monopoly
wrapped in a zip lock bag
It is with deepest regret we can only return these enclosed
items and not your living son.
With humble regards
Capt. Thomas Blake
Co. A
1st Battalion
504th Inf. Reg
82nd Airborne Div.
JACK'S PIDGEON
Survival
Sustenance
Will make you do crazy things
Angry things
Turf wars for lunch
Sniper missions deployed to
Secure trace crumbs
Seminal tidbits
Feasts strewn in honor of
The scrappy mutants
Known as us
High noon
I rule
With fierce patience
Absolution, focus
Waddling
Tempting my bemused audience
Of patrons I seek
To wrest the tired scraps
The waste piling up after
More satisfying bites
Are snarled, consumed
Mad dash, goes I
They amused, bewildered
Gawking "My gosh, such aggression
I've never seen from a bird"
Well, not a bird
A winged, feathered beast
You've created
Your selfish motives hindering
My flight, my plight
Dreams of us and nothing else
I, now, the scapper seek
Bristled at competing flocks
Fraught, wretched
True to their being
Held at bay by my motherly love
For the land I call home
I'm validated when
Gifts flung my way
Land at my heavenly feet
I pounce on this
Bite-sized reality
Worn salty, peppered
Frayed allegiance
Now inside
Alongside me
Now enthralled in battle
Mine
Until the sun forges
Truth onto another day.
(8/10/05)
Trump Administration Advances Plan to Relax Gun-Export Rules found Poem
The Trump administration
Sought to relax export rules for American small arms,
including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.
Because the NRA said
the solution to gun violence
Is more guns
for everyone in the world
Everyone should be able
to buy American made weapons
The best in the world after all
And everyone in the world
needs what the US
Wants to sell
?
The shift,
is championed by gunmakers
who say it
will make them more competitive
in the international market.
Critics argue
an export policy
that favors commercial interests
could put the national security
of the United States at risk
or harm diplomatic efforts.?“
“This decision is also politically tone-deaf
as our nation reckons
with a gun violence epidemic.”
?A State Department spokesman
said that the change
would ease the regulatory burden
on American gun makers
and allow them to compete better globally.
Currently, the Department of State
monitors exports of nearly all weapons
.
“The world of firearms exports
is full of questionable, dubious characters.”
the Department of Justice
and Department of Homeland Security
criticized the change
because it could make it
easier for transnational criminal organizations
or terrorists to get American-made guns.
But the NRA
They don’t care
More guns for all
Is the solution to all gun violence
And sadly, our President
Has sold his soul
To the NRA
Who offered him
Millions of dollars
In blood money
note: this may be too political and in your face but I don't care. I have had enough of this nonsense. We must stop the carnage in our streets! That’s my two cents worth and I am sticking to my guns pun very much intended.
it was the sixties
we were young
we were going to change the world
spin it like a basketball on our finger
take the three point shot
win the game
we had great leaders
john, robert, martin...
the planet was singing
with the purity of a four year old
...
The ants go marching two by two;
The little one stops to tie his shoe,
...
then
it started raining bullets
our optimism soured
slightly at first
and the grassy knoll
and the sniper
and the magic bullet
john was shot
jackie squirmed
we sat on the edge of our seats
The ants go marching four by four;
The little one stops to shut the door,
John F. Kennedy was assassinated
The ants go marching five by five;
The little one stops to take a dive,
years had passed, five
look before you dive
the civil rights movement gathered
to fight for their God given rights
the right to be treated as humans
exactly that...humans...no more no less.
to listen to the man who had said
"Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon
which cuts without wounding and ennobles
the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals."
the man who stood on the hill speaking
"I have a dream today!"
The ants go marching seven by seven;
The little one stops to pray to heaven,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Martin Luther King Jr. was shot
died
and my God it rained
it rained salt
as a nation black and white cried
The ants go marching nine by nine;
The little one stops to check the time,
time for the rise of Bobby
Hoorah! Hoorah!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
i wish he could have ran faster than the bullets
they murdered John's brother
Robert F. Kennedy was dead
the sixties where almost finished
and i wondered
if the world would ever be the same
again
I marched away buried my face into the ground
To get out of my pain.
great leaders lost
words that radiated
radiate hope
America was
the envy of the world
it's two thousand sixteen
and we have sunk so deep into the dirt
i know we can't Trump this disaster
have you ever heard of fools gold
we have a choice
our lives count
remember the ants
nature's banner is blowing in the wind
don't make
the little one shout
"THE END!!"
March 16 2016
armand
There is nothing chivalrous about a sniper.
In days of yore, when the rain did pour;
Inside an inn, they spoke of was and when.
Even then their present was defined by their history,
As they prepared to march off to war again.
With muddied boots, we stomp on those which we call our enemy.
With feasts of meat and ale and fruit, we happily fill our bellies.
We raise the roof with our own self-importance.
We sing of past deeds and of how the battles were won.
Where we once used swords so chivalrously,
Now we fight each other using any surreptitious means;
Instead of swords, now we use guns.
Will we ever learn to end these battles
We insist on having with our fellow humans?
We are righteous in our reasoning, never mind the consequences.
If I am stood before God and He asks me to defend humanity;
Humanity shall stand alone; indefensible and defenceless.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Read the room and wind your scrawny neck in, Mr Putin
Mark my words, the West are gonna stick their size ten boot in
No-one here has fallen for your good-for-nothing plan
So pop your pacifier in and get back in your pram
Heed the world, the Bulldog and the mighty Uncle Sam
We’ve seen through your bravado, it’s all arrogance and sham
You brag about your weaponry to stifle our rebukes
But you won’t get your way by simply mentioning your nukes
For that's some twisted logic just to get what you desire
When if you blow the place apart and set its bones on fire
The only prize that you will win, as far as I can see
Is a massive crater where your hopes once used to be
There’s bullets with your name on, any one could leave you dead
Should a sniper plant one in the middle of your head
Perhaps a comrade soon will smear your door knob in the night
But read my lips you cretin, it ain’t gonna be Marmite
There is another option that you could attempt of course
Which is whipping off your shirt and then cavorting on a horse
You tried that once before and looked a proper numpty then
I have to say you’re looking like a numpty once again