A Sniper Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

ONE SUNDAY MORNING
A GUY HAD A PLAN
TO GO TO THE HIGHEST BUILDING
AND LEAN OVER THE LEDGE
WITH HIS RIFLE IN HAND
KEEPING UP WTH HIS PLEDGE
HE MADE TO HIS DEMONS
TO SHOOT EVERYONE IN SIGHT
NOW THE SUN WAS BRIGHT
NOT LEAVING TO MUCH SHADE
BUT HE STILL HAS HIS TARGET IN SIGHT
AIMING AT A SWEET OLD LADY
WHO`S WAVING GOODBYE
NOW HAS A BULLET IN HER RIGHT EYE
A SHOT THAT NO ONE HEARD
THAN SOON THERE WERE MORE
PEOPLE RUNNING
HIDING BEHIND CARS DOORS
WAITING FOR THE COPS TO COME
AND NOW THERE HERE FIRING BACK
IT SOUNDED LIKE THE FOURTH OF JULY
THAN SILENCE FOR A BRIEF SECOND
THAN HE SCREAM S OUT
I AM THE SNIPER I AM GOD
I TELL YOU WHO LIVES AND WHO DIES
AND THE ONLY WAY TO STOP ME IS TO KILL ME
AT LEAST WE BOTH CAN AGREE
NOW HIS BULLET S CONTINUE TO FLY
HITTING A GUY RUNNING AWAY
GETTING THE GUY ON THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD
THE COPS FIRE BACK MAKING A SHIELD
SO THEY CAN GET TO THE GUY
BUT HE IS ALREADY DEAD
NOW HE CONTINUES TO FIRE
SO DOES THE COPS
WHO CONTINUE TO MISS
AS THE GUY SCREAMS OUT AGAIN
I AM THE SNIPER, I AM GOD
I TELL YOU WHO LIVES AND WHO DIES
AND THE ONLY WAY TO STOP ME IS TO KILL ME
AT LEAST WE BOTH CAN AGREE
NOW HE LOADS HIS LAST FEW BULLETS
SEALING THEM WITH A SWEET KISS
KNOWING THAT THERE COMING
THERE GONNA STORM THE ROOF
AND THEY DID BUT THEY DON`T KILL HIM
THEY JUST CUFF HIM AND DRAG HIM OUT
THROWING HIM IN JAIL GIVING HIM NO CHANCE OF BAIL
BUT HE DOESN`T CARE HE JUST LAUGH S
WHEN HE SAYS I `LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS DAY
THE DAY THAT MADE IT IN THE HISTORY BOOKS
THE DAY WHEN I SHOT YOU ALL AWAY