Conquered

Sky is raining iron

Into a dusty sea

Screaming fall of death and fire

Rushing down to meet me

 

Not a thing still stands here

Amongst the hazy black

Aloud I ask the heavens why

They bothered coming back

 

All’s lost in this desert

But few surviving cries

The roar of wind on flattened hills

And the stench of burning

 

Then all around is shattered

By the quaking from the sky

The world is split asunder

As the death fleet passes by

 

Crumbled stone to ashes

Steel skeletons to soot

The final bombing run is meant

To trample under foot

 

We would rise again

Were our city not now glass

Broken into smaller fragments

With every groaning pass

 

I fall retract and cower

Like a flower in the shade

I weep for my people for

Our necks have met the blade

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