Turning the world tumultuous
It bathed mankind with scarlet blood;
It blinded the old, maimed the innocence and
Strangled humanity, lying open-eyed
In the dust- Dead.
We must stop it before the
Smoke and gunpowder chokes our lungs,
Before the acrid smell of rotting flesh
Nauseates us, before the soundlessness
Of death engulfs us.
Turning the world upside down we
Are in quest of peace, blasting
Shells in every corner we obliterate all
Threats of evil, taking up heavy weaponry
We gun down anything troubling our calm.
The global irony lies in this-
Now we make less
And more mar
As today in the name of
Peace we War.
A quivering finger on the trigger,
A hawk’s eye cautiously aiming-
A heart beating hard,
A breath quickly drawn in and
Releasing the trigger, the sniper
Glanced at his left arm-
The dark liquid was oozing out still,
Blood it was,
That he knew so well.
A fiendish smile flickered on his pale face
As he stared at the lifeless thing,
Made lifeless by his undaunted weapon.
He loaded it again-
Again for another “fire”.
Dawn broke as the sun weaved a scarlet web around.
Stood up the sniper; a thought ate him-
A queer curiosity.
Crawled he towards the cold lifeless body- turned it
And looked straight into his brother’s face.