Original Poem

The hot night of June
I lay on this rooftop
In the line of duty
A sniper I am
Then came a craving
Do I dare to risk?
My life
Sure, why not and have a smoke while I’m at it
Every risk comes with a punishment
Lucky it missed
So I fired back
Direct hit
But what is this feeling
I survived this war
But only to find out that
I killed my brother