Warmongering
Disease-bearing demagogues
Fell from the sky
Like an angry rain
The people watched
In utter dismay
The Bowels of thousands of
C-17’s opening-up
Regurgitating its madness
Upon the land in
One continuous frenzied blitzkrieg
Blocking out the sun
They knew without a doubt
There was nowhere to run
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
