F-18
Fiery flying serpent
with the scorpion sting
F-18
Your angry wings
make the sound of many rushing chariots,
dropping death from the air
With a voracious mouth devouring
like a whirlwind vortex,
your metal cries ascend to the clouds
F-18
Flying killing machine
controlled by a human being,
making craters of pulverized dust
Dropping ordinances of death,
vaporizing breath and melting flesh
Refill your belly with petrol
for another sortie ... consume every green thing
Turn the fertile land into a graveyard,
where desolate souls wander aimlessly
Some numbed by the shock,
others shocked by the sight
All witnessing carnage they were never meant to see,
a plague of burning blight ...
smoke and fire stretching endlessly
F-18
Fiery flying serpent
with the scorpion sting
F-18
Metal beast
tamed by a human being
F-18
Flying killing machine,
the drone hum of death
carried in the wind of your wings
Descending aerial song of destruction,
cobalt propelled aria in the F note you love to sing
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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