Stalk, Shoot, Kill
The cold winter air
makes my eyes water
as i stare
into the blackness
of night
waiting until
the time is right
i crawl forward
wondering
if what i do is right
if killing
for my country
will really end
all these fights
to the death
till your last breath
i stop my crawl
and think
that this man
i saw
is about to
lose it all
the hard wood
against my cheek
finally makes me blink
i pull the slack
and cringe
as i hear
the loud crack
then the sound
of his last breath
gasping from his chest
tears spring to my eyes
and i just whisper
one word
Why?
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