Military Tirade
The clouds scudd low
Missiling home
The thousands of dots
Lit up by their life
Flickering on the screen
Of the trigger-happy man
In-charge and out of control
They think they are silent
Unseen as ghosts
And they are wrong
As the sky screams
And day dawns for a split second
They are made silent as ghosts
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
After a busy day when confronting admin
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