The Screaming of Flying Machines

The Screaming of the Flying Machines

We are hearing them again,
The Screaming of the Flying Machines.

They fly up above us,
REMINDING US THEY ARE WATCHING!

Should someone choose us as enemy,
The machine will move against us.

And their noise covers the screaming,
Of us down below.


We are hearing them again,
The Screaming of the Flying Machines.

Their blotting of the sky,
Waiting for us to die.

Our voices are covered,
The payload drops upon us.

And our homes, our lives,
are nothing but dust.


We are hearing them again,
The Screaming of the Flying Machines

Sitting we contemplate,
where rescue may portend.

Since no one can hear,
there is no one to aide and bear,

a recovery from a war,
That appears without end.

We are hearing them again,
The Screams of the Flying Machines...


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