They sailed the skies in days of war
To keep the enemy at bay,
And bring them down in firey flames
If they came near our homes one day.
Hugh they were, tethered and spaced out,
to fill the day or night, protecting us
from harm of flying death, that
tried to wipe us off the face of earth.
When we played in the park beneath them
we felt safe, and had no care
for we could not be harmed
when these sentries armed,
patrolled our sky above.
We watched as they were pulled down,
refilled and then sent up again.
How quick and dexterous were the hands
who did this task protecting us.
The Ak - Ak guns were also manned and in this park
scattered and ready to play their part.
A place where once we had our fun and games
was now a war zone, dispensing fire ad flames.
Written in 2012
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