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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