I hear the missiles screaming in the air
My heart feels I’ll soon not be here
I scrabble through the strangling clouds of dust
I see the torching flames and feel the heat
Sirens wailing, raised arms, tears of grief
No, no, no, no, it cannot be, the wages of trust
It’s all yours, yours, yours, and my defeat
Torn apart, I reach for you, now only have belief
I’m alone again, and dream of dying too
But think I must remain to remember you
© Christopher 2023
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