how horrific would it be, think I
to see a man fall dead before you
a hole, dark and bleeding, in his chest
all of a sudden
no sound
so strike
welcome to a sniper attack
the time when we all run
for our lives
in fear of the unknown
the nameless, the soundless
fury
reigning down from
God knows where
and, in time, we hope
that back and white
will wash away the pain
of this moment
bernard barnes . artist . writer 