What Target? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

What target?

Like heroes; fully-armed-brothers
Passed on looks and prayed
"God, please do accept"
Then stood straight
Souls were set
Time to part
Came bullet
Chin to chest
Shoulders, neck
News is "were ready"
Their end was "At Target"
Yes above is true, they won game.

Don't force me to take sides
Leave me with my question:
Who is right; who is wrong?
What is right; what is life?
Is living a being as is pig?
Eat and shit till butchered
In machine turned mincemeat?

They thought as Achilles...
(Armed to kill; be murdered)
Either way is success.

My tear and sorrow for few innocents...
Let's not cry for artists; or fighters...
Either one had targets and got there.
Achievement is success; regardless.