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Patriotism
Two planes.
Stark against the rising solar sunburst
Craned neck back to stare up,
Through optic overexposure and searing retinal burn.
The ultraviolet sky.
Serene blue openness.
Two planes.
Rusty engine whine
The harbinger of white flash demolition
Bellies filled with hibernating death seed.
Technology.
Ignorance.
Unknowing passengers.
Never told of the atrocities
Their metal falcon would commit
Two planes.
Unleashing seismic liquid thunder blast.
The sweeping power of God.
Binding chains of wrought iron forged in divinity,
Broken as the floodgates of Hell open.
Flowing shockwaves of destruction rise to break over cities,
Demons pour through twisted portals,
Howling, screams of children,
Pouring flames.
Two planes.
Innocents.
Playing,
Working.
Overcome.
Screaming through super heated air scalding to breathe,
To horrifically burned to run,
Flesh boiling, burning black.
Two planes.
Survivors fleeing,
Stumbling in terror,
Hoping to grasp the comfort of a live hand
Clutch at still warm irradiated ash shadows burnt into a wall.
Two planes.
Never forget.
1945
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