Thinking The Turkey Hunting Poem by Kinsley Lee

After rain falling the sky is emerald blue
And white clouds are floating the sky's cerulean blue.
The old days're blue like today, but smokes screened
The eyes, and no talking the solders in bunkers keened.

The battle ships filled the sea, and the planes in the sky,
But it's lopsided Turkey Hunting not battle, but they should fly,
It's the only massacre. The short of flight training, but they grabbed the stick
And only the big trace of wheels they'd collided on the gun's sick.

Indoctrination! Lunacy! Unjustifiable War! Unwinnable,
They'd known, but basely putting the young on the card table,
Consistently. The name of King, they'd deceived the people
And requested an honorable death to soldiers and people.

Now, the Okinawa'd forgotten the old pains, the sky's bright.
At twilight the sun's setting with reddish light.
Wish to Mother's sky'll shine blue forever!
Nevermore tearing, Okinawa'll shine forever!
(Jan.,8th,2024, Kinsley Lee)