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Fighter Jets by Cari Oleskewicz
The fighter jets are leaving base,
Bright flags raised high and lines are drawn,
The bombs that fall, they are called 'smart.'
"I think you that you should come to me,"
The troops and bombs are coming home,
The world is now a safer place,
The fighter jets return to base
ignoring reasons why.
While miles away, a mother, wife,
sits down and starts to cry.
The fighter jets are leaving base,
the trees around them sigh.
While miles away, a mother, wife,
has heard the boy may die.
it seems sure they will fight.
And overseas, she starts to pray,
her tears absorbed by night.
Bright flags raised high and lines are drawn,
each side claims holy right.
And overseas, she starts to pray,
she begs for wisdom's light.
They're meant to never miss.
A lonely house is catching cold,
the woman paints a kiss.
The bombs that fall, they are called 'smart.'
They hardly make a hiss.
A lonely house is catching cold
and losing memories bliss.
bids whispers so divine.
A wife, a mother, struggling, she,
cries "No! The boy is mine!
I think that you should come to me,"
she screams out to that line.
A wife, a mother, struggling, she,
has lost to Heaven's shine.
and heroes quickly crowned.
Lost and desperate, fighting hope,
she waits to hear his sound.
The troops and bombs are coming home,
they've conquered distant ground.
Lost and desperate, fighting hope,
they say his plane was downed.
yet one hardly agrees.
Alone and cold, and shaking, scared,
she faces damp a breeze.
The world is now a safer place,
the air, the land, the seas.
Alone and cold and shaking, scared,
so numb, she drops to knees.
and justify the why.
While miles away, a mother, wife,
continues now to cry.
The fighter jets return to base
relieved, the trees may sigh.
While miles away, a mother, wife,
has heard the boy did die.