The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jun 19, 2008
Sniper Fire!
Stealthily and undetected
Creeping in the dark
Sights in on the unprotected
Making them his mark.
Sniper grins in satisfaction
As he drops another kill.
He craves the hunt, he craves the action
To him, it’s one big thrill.
His ammunition — others’ words —
Are easy to be found;
He picks them oh-so carefully
And chambers another round.
Eyes a-sparkle, anticipating,
Finger on the trigger
In conversation, he won’t be waiting
For explosions that are bigger.
Whether by his words or by his hand,
No matter it’s based on a lie,
No prisoners are left to stand.
He lets them squirm and die.
He depends on silence, vagueness, doubt
By twisting words, he’s so uncouth.
The only defence is to flush him out
By turning on the light of truth.
Confront him in the open ground
Until the whole world sees
And sighs relief at the final sound
Of his footsteps as he flees.
To bring his reign of terror to an end,
Causing a sniper to retreat...
Is to stand together against it, friend,
And that’s how he’ll be beat.
Poetry by The Blue-eyed Bipedal Bookworm from Betelgeuse
Blue-Eyed BiPedal Bookworm from Betelgeuse
