A soldiers eye rests behind a barrel <br />It skims the dessert’s horizon <br />Bouncing black dot to black dot <br />Deep breath, squinted eye, shaken hands <br />Anticipate the shot <br /> <br />Handed a gun through the cradle <br />Just cock, aim and shoot at the red, white, and blue <br />Strap dynamite sticks to your chest <br />Or slap plastic under a truck is what they do <br />But we are only trying to help you <br />We are sorry for what we’re about to do <br /> <br />The silver pounces from the barrel <br />A black dot explodes to red before the blast is heard <br />And a child’s body collapses limp under his strapped gun <br />Hesitation kills <br />Too bad our bald eagle can’t see their pride <br />Just a couple more sweaty shots <br />And that oil will be mine <br />So sad it’s all for Bush’s dime<br /><br />Timmy Tubbs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soldiers-eye/
