I lay sweat dripping from summer heat
Yet I wait and watch them while they eat;
The wait is over, their meal is done.
I watch their movement, the wind, the sun.
Slow, steady pressure,
I aim, I squeeze;
Pause for a moment, a passing breeze.
My crosshairs steady,
My trigger cold,
I feel the recoil and watch him fold.
They begin to scream and open fire,
Bodies twist in razor wire.
The mission accomplished,
I grab my gear.
I'll clean my rifle in the rear.
Found by Wyder-HS-[+SUF]