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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