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The Sniper
Yonder see the enemy a young man standing tall,
A gleam on eye, on rifle struck by sun,
Can any war be truely won?
By killing him can good be done?
Stern duty calls.
I carefully aim and cause this man to fall,
Rejoice not he was the brother of us all.
A gleam on eye, on rifle struck by sun,
Can any war be truely won?
By killing him can good be done?
Stern duty calls.
I carefully aim and cause this man to fall,
Rejoice not he was the brother of us all.
Published 4th Nov 2012
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4th Nov 2012 6:50pm
Can any war be truely won?
Fascinating question, with a wide range of answers. I liked the angle you took with this poem, looking at the horror of killing other men in war. Very good :)
Fascinating question, with a wide range of answers. I liked the angle you took with this poem, looking at the horror of killing other men in war. Very good :)
4th Nov 2012 9:06pm
5th Nov 2012 4:40am
This is a beautiful expression of not just war, but life as well.
Beautiful. Just beautiful..
Beautiful. Just beautiful..
