A SNIPERS TALE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
My spotter and I form a highly efficient crew
Dedicated to eliminating those menacing you
We take up position under the cover of night
Then search for the sniper hidden from sight
Scour the terrain for any sight of his presence
Find him first, for he finds us, requires patience
Searching for any movement, any change of hue
Same warning applies to us, avoids, a fatal miscue
Suddenly there is a glimmer, a reflective light
His concealed location is now completely in sight
Now to sit and wait for him to make a mistake
This constant monitoring, so hard to stay awake
We instructed the unit to put a lure, a bait
The sniper responded there was no time to wait
He exposed himself totally within my sight
Squeezing the trigger, he dropped out of sight
Mission accomplished on to the next assignment
Doing my job without personal involvement
Someday when I’m older and wiser. I may wonder
Was this carnage necessary or a lethal blunder
Had I been the loser my mother would be stricken with pain
The snipers mother surely reacts exactly the same, in pain
Young men killing each other, humanity’ shame
Categories:
snipers, angst, death, fate, grief,
Form: Rhyme
A Boy,
his Mother named Fred
Is better known to his Friend's
By the caustic nickname
Snipers Dream
Because of the size of his head
Slimline was 2XL all around was constantly eating
Whereas
Fatt's was shaped like a cigarette
and hardly ate at all
Tall Paul was 4 Foot something
Shorty was 6 Foot 6
Poor Boy wanted for nothing
While
Richie Rich had holes in his undies
Chatterbox hardly spoke
Comedy Dave never got a joke's punchline
Pasty had his own sunbed at home
Ladies Man can't talk to girl's
Brain's was born without any
Dumbass gets A*+ in every subject
Big Dick wears shorts in the showers
Roses has bad B.O is scared of soap
Smiley has yellow teeth
Aussy comes from South Africa
Jewish is Muslim
Homeboy is foreign
Each of us love our nickname
We all get along
Not 1 of us take offense
Because true Friendships are built
on a mutual similar sence of humour
Laughing is the best medicine
Categories:
snipers, funny,
Form: Free verse
Whatever was in their heads
May have pushed them over the edge
What they call fear
Means turning a deaf ear
Than becoming nebulous about the facts
When their motive was clear
Grief has no color but it has many names
Your grief, my grief and their grief is all the same
If we disagree with the one who’s wearing a badge
It doesn’t mean that the badge wearer words will be the last
THE LAW
ALL are PRESUMED INNOCENT until PROVEN guilty
That means no bodies should be lying dead in the streets
With a toe-tag of defeat
Who made the police the judge and jury?
Who made the snipers minds blind with fury?
Sane people know right from wrong
And wrong cannot be justified, It Cannot be justified
By either side
How long, how long will this go on?
I hear the Lord saying “Not long”
Categories:
snipers, fear,
Form: Lyric
Dust and blood on an iPod that plays,
Hole, for love of country, for love,
Of the scope on a fine bolt action M-40 rifle.
Cupid was a sniper, for love of Psyche.
Like the marksman in the minaret that shot,
Lance Corporal Miller in the face,
He will have a thousand virgins at his feet.
As Corporal Nick Ziolkowski loved to kill,
Having taken three mortals in one day,
Was a badge of honor he would proclaim,
Now he lives under that shining city on the hill.
The world loves it’s patient heros,
How gently they lay in wait, divinely,
Saving humanity from it’s dark Eros.
Categories:
snipers, history, life, loss, love,
Form: Sonnet