One shot one kill
break the enemy’s will,
Easy for them to say,
They don’t see his face.
The face I will hold in my sight,
Will haunt my dreams tonight.
I have been buried under cover for an hour or so,
Barely breathing, not wanting my cover to blow.
Not a twitch or a blink to give me away,
As my quarry approaches in this deadly play.
The hat I left on the ground,
Would be handed to the leader when found.
I would then have my targeting,
As death would come to him on silent wings.
There would be a plop and a lot of red,
Then the young leader would fall dead.
A thought plays across my mind’s tapestry,
I wonder about his family.
Mustn’t think of it now,
our dance is about to start.
They say what I do is more than a job it is art.
When he drops, they will dive for cover,
The anti-personnel mines will insure it is over.
Any that survive will carefully retreat,
While I maintain cover for what seems eternity.
All is quiet now, the birds have started to sing to me
Slowly, I back away and melt into the trees.
I return to camp and start drinking to forget his face,
And let sleep take me home, away from this place.
My tour is up it is home I return to family,
His face and all the others follows me,
The rest of my life I will pay death’s piper,
For this is the price you pay when you are a sniper.
Snipers have a more difficult task for they have a ratio of 1:1 for kills and are sent on a mission to kill just one person whereas soldiers in combat have a higher ratio I'm guessing 10 000:1 (just a guess) and just shoot at anything that moves. Very nice poem I think you captured the theme quite well. very nice and keep up the good work! :)