Left
it is a simple shot,
yet you pride yourself the hit.
he was a man in the open,
yet you pride yourself for the kill.
these are the sacrificial labels,
to fade the blue lines in the battlefields.
peek down your viewfinder and spot,
in your enemies' friends' and enemies' smallest dot.
you must be circumspect,
you have a perfect plan unwrapped.
have you scaled the tops of mountains,
like the red climbers who push themselves?
who scale and stretch and hang themselves?
but you, your blue mountain is above his head.
what short sight, and superficiality you have,
holding him as your entertainment for your own blue pleasure.
gaze at your shallow reflection,
look into your eye and see the plank.
look down the gun and feel the rust.
So these are the blues.
is this what's left of you,
precious God's creations?
Labels: christian-bboy, friends n loved ones, Literary
