Ready on the right
Ready on the left
Ready on the firing line
Squeeze the trigger
Hit the target
Combat ready
Ready?
That target had no face
No heart
No feelings
Wasn't someone's son-
Or father-
Or husband-
Or boyfriend-
Couldn't stare back-
Ready?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a devastating tale of murder compact and powerful also true a fine poem