The sweet sorrow of solitary siren
Calls the day before the morn hen,
'Dress up and go', to eliminate foe.
The sun would arise in the far east
In night kite is ready to do the best,
'Start the engine', destory enemy fine.
Close to the moon two kites dance
Bites on wings eliminate the chance,
'Fly hard and high', to have final sigh.
Monday, March 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,terrorism,war