On Her Majesty’s Service


On Her Majesty’s Service

The spy cried as he killed her,
But the job had to be done.
A shame, but the nation’s guardians
Must sometimes use the gun.
She wasn’t an enemy agent,
Just an unintended friend –
Precisely the kind of citizen
That he had pled to defend.
A bystander stood in the wrong place,
A pair of eyes in a pretty face,
A mouth that might just blow the case.
He wept for her at the end.

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