The Shooting Star

She cries and groans at the sight of the blood but never stops shooting.

She shoots the infants,

She shoots the old,

She shoots the militants and the big shots,

For she is bold.

You find her brutal

And you hate her for being so cold.

But she is that shooting star who doesn't kill.

To stay honest in her profession is her only will.

Her photo collages give you a chill run down your spine.

Yes, they are ugly, but they are of the real-time.

To capture the truth

She walks through hell

And goes through the smoke.

Never loses her grip on the camera when things run amok.

She runs through crossfires and faces the wrath of the wars,

To report reality and expose everything that's a farce.