The Pilot
The alarm sounded,
I ran out of my bunk,
My hearted pounded,
I hopped on the pane with a clunk.
The plane began to hum,
It lifted of the cement,
I seen the enemy and felt glum,
And the machine guns went.
The Nazi lifted up,
So did my nose,
Then came the pup, pup, pup,
It hit him in the fuel hose.
I turned my gun to another,
And fired some more,
He returned firing at a man I seen as my brother, and flew straight
His plane could no longer soar.
I came down on him with hate,
I fired and it was quick,
I lifted up and flew straight,
I tried to fire some more at the destroyed plane but only click.
Later when I landed that day,
Like so many before,
I moved on and went my own way,
And went on to cause and receive more gore.
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