Muffled shadows, camouflaged clothing
Years in the making
Years of indoctrination
Peering through scoped glass
One mile out
Crosshairs resting between the eyes of what we dismiss
Whether we know
Whether we accept
Whether we believe
In the consequences of a planet overheated
Capitalism’s sunset
Democracy’s impending demise
Is of only momentary concern
Projectiles coming at our heads
From a slender mile require nothing
In their two-second eternity
Other than reflection
Followed by movement