The March of War

This is really about why guns suck nowadays, but I realized it could be counted for more than that...I just had to get it out.

You are cowards; you have no honor.
You shoot at one onother from the shadows,
slinking like dogs, hiding like soldiers.
What of the days of noble war?
What of the sword and the lance?
No longer a game of skill, yours is a peformance
of attitude: Who wants to die today? Not me.
No longer do you wish to see the eyes of the man you bring down.
Perhaps it helps you think your soul is not damned with his.
No longer do you duel for what is right, but what is small.
A careless word, an imagined insult.
No longer do you stand on the side of good.
Now the good guys are hunting you down.