Air Strike
The enemy was near and silent sirens went off
One by one many fighters filled the sky
Painted with patriotic stripes
The first few that flew into battle
Fell quickly from one swoop of the enemy.
Many fighters fell to spiraling deaths
As others pressed on, dodging attacks from all over.
The strike was fast and almost over
As many fighters were just on suicide missions
And as the enemy retreated a message was decoded:
Kamikaze yellow bastards
Leave me bee
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