When a Sniper Cries
by JS Schilling

Child?!

Pure and sweet...

Forgive my tears that drop like X sighted rain...

Shoot I will have to do...

"Freedom" it is said from the elected Man...

Child, I cry too for you...

You, you
       Inoocent chocolate in my sights...

(innocent death not for you, but 'our old way of life...)


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Copyright © 2007 - JS Schilling
Published: 8/16/07   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem