Through The Scope Poem by Adrian Cordova

Sitting atop the building I wait for you to go about your usual routine.
I look down, there you are.
I ready my rifle, taking my sight.
My aim is dead on all the time.
I aim just below you right breast, with the wind today it would land perfectly in your heart.
But then I notice somthing else, how innocent you are.
And the child holding your hand.
I take out my cell, calling a secret number.
I get ready to default.
'Speak'
'Maternal assassination wasn't part of the plan, my price has gone up.'
Plain and simple, you live for another day lady.