rotar wing

Three choppers
En route to kill
Making their path
With a sound to chill

A small town
Kids running around
Screaming and laughing
No-one can hear the sound

Taget at ten
The pilot said
Missles armed by men
Who would soon be dead

A mother looks around her
Is she hearing things
Sounds like the killer
Of rotar wings

The choppers halt in the sky
Loaded for bear
Civilians could die
But they do not care

Run inside
The mother yells
We have to hide
Sound the bells

Locked on target
Fire
The small market
A funeral pyre

Homes burning
People dead
Others running
Like a chicken with no head

It had to go down
Or the world would be blown away
A weapons lab underground
That was about to fire that day

Mission succesfull
Let's get back
Tell the general
There won't be an enemy attack

Author's Note

I wrote this and it just flew out. Different than I expected.

Reviews

[C.C. Marx]

Wow, the perspective is very different here. Most if the time we are led to believe bombing other countries is to protect us and benefit us, but what we fail to realize is the innocent lives lost. Is it worth bombing to prevent a possible attack? I guess its a matter of opinion, great poem!!