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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem i can take ssooo personally-if u want me dead.do it! name ur price.lucifer and friends will oblige.