They came at dawn
flying low
from the east.
flying low
from the east.
Roaring staccatos,
sirens blaring,
we ran, dove, swam,
died.
sirens blaring,
we ran, dove, swam,
died.
Panic turned to rage,
gazes turned skyward,
death claimed the lost,
the many.
gazes turned skyward,
death claimed the lost,
the many.
Few fought, most died,
all remember.
all remember.
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