The sky is amber
The drones, they clamber
As the radio crackles into life
Silent whispers
Fingers pointing eastwards
As the gaping mouths tell the tale
A shining light
Blinding bright
As our legs they prance towards the door
Boom! An explosion!
Grenade! Flanconade!
As the carcasses fly onto the ground
Their eyes have tears
They've lost their dears
As they man up and retaliate.
They'll fight to death
Till their very last breath
As she watches her sons sacrifice their lives
YOU ARE READING
Flanconade
PoetryI'm posting this after a really long writer's block, and it was written in the spur of the moment. So any comments/criticisms are welcome. Enjoy. :)
