The Day the Sky Fell

It has been a score in years, When death was carried on laden wings. Soaring high among the clouds, then to descend, Bringing terror to the heart of kings. As structures crumbled in the mist of terror, New foundations were forged and placed. Where a nation sought out justice, With a vengeful passion, that wouldn't waste. Now the decades have doubled, yet The memories are still painful and clear. Since the battles remain ongoing, On global stages, all too near. As long as mankind refrains from consensus, Keeping differences above, what is shared. Then that lofty vision of world peace, Will be a fantasy that can't be compared.