My Poetry
Dying
I can see the text in the by-line
Stalk in the east with a mushroom skyline
Flames and fire with building falling
Cries for help and people calling
Chaos roaming streets aligned
Crimson sky with a silver lining
Fiery arrows endless seeking
No-ones listening no-ones speaking
Sidewinders guided always flying
To a land that's slowly dying
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