The Sniper [the Terror Of War] Poem by alan brown

The gun was greased and loaded
as it lay in the snipers hand.
Just waiting for a movemant
on the ridge along the sands

A life would end he knew
but he was focused on his stand.
For truth and hope and liberty
he held there in his hands.

A shadow rose within his sight
a movement he has seen.
He put pressure on the trigger
as he looked over the distant scene.

The crack was loud and deafening
as the bullet left the gun.
Hitting hard the dark shadow
as it moved into the Sun.

An arm went up a head went down
the shadow tripped and fell.
Never having time to remember
what had sent him strait to hell.

The gun was greased and ready
as it lay in the snipers hands.
Just waiting for a movement
on the ridge along the sands.