Tuesday, October 19, 2004

The Flight of the Silent

Silent as a bird in flight,
brighter than a halogen light

Faster than a speeding train,
over the hill and back again

It changes everything

People Screaming
People Praising
People Looting
People Waiting

Death from above,
death from afar

So much time
so little hope

Why us?
Why now?
Who will save us?
How?

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