Trapped in my sights, he moves around slowly

My finger pressed firmly on the trigger

Two men trapped in the oblivion of conflict

The hunter and his prey



Beads of sweat form on my face

As he approaches, looking from side to side

My life or his - Justification

My cause or his - duty and honour



I think back of my home far away

A land of peace and equality

Horror paralyses my fingers



Shock, breathlessness, haze of faint

I cannot move, I cannot think

White in my eyes that blinds my sight

All I do is lay or die



Terror, sweat pours off my chin

I'm starting to shake

The weapon discharges



I missed, a hail of bullets graze nearby

Then nearer, i'm hit

I'm hit again! I lay and die