Sniper Poem by Saint Cynosure
Sniper
There is nothing like the first of kills,
but its mental pain is the worst of ills.
The loss of life seen in a face,
there is no way one can replace.
Its vividness of imagery,
in the mind as mental shadows.
The metals for a job well done,
almost make it kind of fun.
Alas it is but duty see,
a belief in impossibility.
Thats thrown upon a man like me,
the silent deadly sniper.
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4/25/2024 6:02:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great work on this one! ! ! Sometimes people must do work which is not always pleasurable...not always morally acceptable...yet...someone has to do it! : -) I feel a certain compassion for those people.: -) Hugs, Dee