Another time in other places,
on an aeroplane that flies a bomb,
a man looks down upon a town,
a city looking pretty.
Children playing in the street,
sounds of laughter, music booms,
sweets are eaten for a treat,
people rushing her and there,
and no trouble in the air.
Bombs are ready for ejection,
mission coming to completion.
Safe up here in the sky,
no danger comes to spoil my try.
Bomb load gone,
hurries down, no stopping,
gravity aids to the ground.
Bombs explode with fire and noise
and things that hurt fly all around.
Children screaming,
people bleeding,
some are running,
women crying,
many praying,
hundreds dying,
thousands dead!
Music stopped,
laughter gone,
buildings down,
panic reigns,
death has come to town,
city now not sitting pretty.
High above the ground,
man sees how brave he is,
but does not fear the chaos on the ground.
Mission finished;
one day his God willing,
he will fly home to just another town.
No love, no hate, this soldier in the sky,
he just follows orders to eliminate.
Bob Blackwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reprisal/
