Shrapnel falling,
Planes of red.
Put your children,
Into bed.
For death is coming,
wait for me.
On wings of steel,
A vision I see.
Dust exploding,
People die.
Men and women,
Corpses fly.
See the planes,
Hit the high.
Killing all,
I never lie.
A contest entry
- September by Tamera.
1200 points, ended September 5, 2007, 14 entries
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