Proud
One day a time ago,
There were the friend and foe,
This flew a plain in sight,
It broke the apprehension of light,
Then the skies flickered indigo,
On that September morning in the snow,
And as we listened on the radio,
Our hearts filled with vertigo,
Should we contest or should we fight,
It just does’t seem quiet right,
Now we sing our calypso,
On that September morning in the glow,
Now we all are anticipating the go,
Fly those birds row on row,
In the midst at night,
Our annihilation machines bomb till daylight,
Now we are all in gusto,
On that September morning in manifesto.
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