A sniper

THE SNIPER
gazing out of the window
people everywhere
so many of them without a care
like fields of rabbits
i want to make them scatter
when i look through my telescopic site
nothing else matters
i pick out one face
i could have loved her
the man holding her
looks so happy
i'll change that
with just one squeeze
of my finger
i've got the power
now is my hour
his face disappears
in a shower of blood
screams shouts shock
my binoculars pick out the scene
created by me
i'm making my own movie
no-one else will see
so i shut the window
pull the curtain
i'll find another window
but they won't find me
of that i'm certain