A Military Pilot's Dilemma
What you aim at,
Sir,
is not an
empty barracks,
the enemy fled,
nor is it a
camouflaged
munition's dump,
a hidden reservoir of
chaotic destruction.
Rather,
your hand steady,
your eye focused,
your finger gentle
on the trigger,
the landscape
roaring by,
you plot
to create bloody rubble
of a merciful hospital
and end the lives of
pregnant women,
unborn children,
and those who tend them
lest they
live another
hour.
From the Wonderments and Such collection
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