To a Sniper

 

To A Sniper

 

Why, sniper, is it ever so

That I, alone, am in your sights?

By my death I’ve laid you low.

Shooting me, you gave up your right

To innocent days and star-spangled nights.

I am lost, and to hell you go.

 

In eternal silence I shout

You block your eyes, darken your sight

But from inside us is no way out

Even now you can’t touch the light

It died when you chose to fight:

You insist you know what death’s about.

 

It is a fight you thought was ended;

Before God you forgave your sins,

With that your soul you think is mended

My dead immortal voice begins

Its eternal lament within:

With my death your God is dead.