Whistling fire flies spitting out fire like a dragon.
21st century dragons, birds of battle
Birds that soar higher than eagles, roar louder than lions.
Different species: F16, F18, TYPHOON.
But of a feather so they flock together
A shower of bird droppings
Droplets of hot ore;
a sputter of rain to clear they way for the dawn of a new day.
Daylight follows night.
Angels don't always wear white.
Peace builds it's home in a field of battle.
Tomorrow Judas. Today friend.
Rebels giving birth to democracy.
These fires in the sky, fancy crackers.
'Tomahawk', I am told they are called.
What's more? This bird shit is worth millions of coin!
Some birds theses are. If only they were droppings were manna.
“Lost all legitimacy!”
“The Libyan Dictator holds the responsibility by 1973 UN security Council resolution,”
“Regrettable and interventionism into internal affairs”
“Negations at Great pains”
“The Globalization Of War”
“Lessons learned from Rwanda and Bosnia.”
“Mistakes made in Iraq in 1991.”
“Protecting the civilians”
“Vermin and Rats”
“Urban Warfare beware!”
No sunlight to chase away the dark, masters of the dark and their minions.
Just Fireworks over the Mediterranean.
Flashes of light burning away dreams.
Dreams built with black gold and stored in a green book.
No purple, no lilac, no crimson, no vibrancy, no happy shades.
Just fireworks brighter than the stars none as beautiful.
Fireworks of the Mediterranean.
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