Sniper Poem by C. K. Young

Down the barrel, down the scope
For you, there is no hope
Your death will be quick
One finger-pull should do the trick
So I held my breath, then pulled the trigger
You will die no matter what your vigor
The sound of my shot echos around
But the sight of your head is nowhere to be found
You slump to the ground lifeless and dead
I did not enjoy this meaningless bloodshed
But I have a job that I must do
Hopefully God can forgive me too...