Public Servant

story poem

Public servant

I have no choice it must be done
before my only chance is gone.
I have him clearly in my sights
and I am well within my rights.

He is armed, prepared to kill.
I have no doubt at all he will.
He is a threat to everyone.
I have no choice it must be done.

Although I would rather not
I must squeeze of the fatal shot.
I chose to shoot him through the head
make certain sure that he is dead.

Before he can shoot anyone
The choice is mine and mine alone.
I kill the man reluctantly
but that is how it has to be


I swore to serve and to protect.
The public and they all expect.
Me to carry out my duty
As best I can efficiently.

The man is dead the threat is gone
And normal life can carry on.
Nobody spares a thought for me
They do not care apparently.

05/04/2009
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Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

A nasty job but someone has to do it

[visions of doom]

sometimes making a decision can mean the difference between saving a life or taking a life . when that decision means you have to take in order to save, you have to live with the choice you made , its harsh , its cruel , its unjust at times but you don't have time to wait around ,you act now then wander , did i do the right thing ? was there another way ?
tomorrow we might have to make the same choices all over again my friend , all we can do is hope we make the right ones .
a brilliant poem my friend , well done .

[Emmie]

Fighting is so stupid... lol but this poem shows such pride in protection. I see that you feel deeply about this as well. Nice write :)