the sky lit up in the dead of night
birds went quiet, kids started to cry
had the messiah come to deliver us from earthly sin?
had the angels descended to fight their fallen kin?

bombers, whose engines shrieked their resolve
razed the ground below in days long lost,
to the hours they lived in
cities burned to the ground
in a heat which smelled of powder and flesh

people screamed
but nothing legible
just sounds, like claws on a chalkboard
empty noise
without meaning

reach to the sky
walk on the clouds

we have a dangerous penchant
for self destruction
in our times of struggle
we seek to fight
we find glory in power
and praise in an outcome

we want war
we stand alone
we want revolution
we want a change
we want violence
we want hate
we want resolution
which we cannot create

reach to the sky
turn to rain
walk on the clouds
it always ends the same