Released Documents Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

May, twenty twenty-six, a year to note,
War files opened, not a whispered quote.
A program named PURSUE, now in the light,
Classified secrets, shining ever so bright.

Objects unseen, in missions of the sky,
Now brought to us, no longer hidden high.
Two hundred nine sightings, a fresh new release,
Spheres, orbs, and strange shapes, bringing no peace.

Cameras saw them, but couldn't define,
What flew in the air, beyond our design.
Lake Huron saw a shot, an object that fell,
The Yellow Sea, a sphere, a mysterious spell.

The Pentagon looks, but no answer they bring,
Just films and reports, on silent, swift wing.
They give us the footage, they let us all see,
And ask, 'What is flying? What could it be? "