You stole my heart and lit a fire
You drown my soul with some ease of power
Though fighting them now night and day
The thought of you makes my heart ache
Spitfire now calls my name in the winds of war
As we leave the ground I know we'll be no more
As the dogfight spins and dives blood and rain spray the air
I hear hell scream and roar through tears of pain and despair
I see the ground come at me as the plane whines and cries
I think only of you as my heart dies.
I turned into the fight with a burst from my guns
Please don’t jam on me now
Pouncing unseen onto a ME One One Zero
He’s gonna go down somehow
My cannon have hit the iron heart of this beast
Causing his progress to falter
Ripping in hard to his starboard wing section
I will take no quarter
He’s hit the deck hard, there’s an explosion
Plenty of kites left in the sky
Pull back on the stick, open the throttles
There with a blink of the eye
Looking for a target, another appears
Making this my eleventh kill
The sky is my war zone, let battle commence
Eleventh that is until……
Now I’ve taken a hit, but I’m still in the sky
Glycol streaming away
If this damage should deteriorate some how
I’ll have to leave this fray
Cutting power to my portside motor
Rudder moved accordingly to adjust
The stick has gone heavy, flames eating the wing
My faith above, in him I trust
Losing height fast, but my guns are still blazing
Opening the canopy now
I’m trying like mad to keep this beast airborne
But really don’t know how
Down goes another foe in a hail of cannon fire
My ammunition is out
Looking for a safe place to ditch this fiery crate
They fought with grit to save the nation,
From poverty, squalor and infidelity,
And when they marched it was the Nazi’s or them,
Who would suffice to keep their dignity.
The Second was really over the same as the First:
The freedom and equality that democracies offer;
Hitler was not to rule the freethinking lands,
Which representative governments quietly did proffer.
Their Ladies’ which, it was said, almost flew themselves,
Were engineered by women as superior planes;
Through dogfight and bullet, over occupied territories -
The pilots exploded German ammunition trains.
Rhoda Monihan
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The betting and cursing,
the shouting and arguing of
the dockyard's drunken crowd
rise to a feverish pitch and
explode into a diabolical din!
The blood-crazed dogs
snarl, leap and lunge
at each other's throat.
They clamp foaming jaws
on furry flesh, ripping it,
their growls muffled by gore
and dirt and torn, bloody skin!
One seizes the other's jugular,
tightens his hold till the pavement
is slippery with blackish blood.
The vanquished falls, lies limp,
its frothy jaw now loosened,
just another mutilated carcass
there in the bloodied dust!
The betting and cursing,
the shouting and arguing of
the dockyard's drunken crowd
rise to a feverish pitch and
explode into a diabolical din!
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