Friday, 1 March 2019

Missile




Missile

I am shining, poised and ready
Pointing to the heavens
In ranks, proud with my brothers
Identical yet different
I have my ID number
I await my own map reference
My program's ticking over
My program's ticking over
My program's ticking over
All systems go, release me
Through cloud and air yet thinner
I burn just like a meteor
A one-way guided system
Forged in peace yet fired in anger
I am smart but I am stupid
Flat out, earth flashing past me
Descending on my target
I care not for the future
My mission is accomplished

Tim Fellows 2019
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