Eagles made of stars shower distant cities,
Like acid rain, without reprieve.
Drenching skin, and hair, and bone.
Ripping flesh from soul, from spirit.

Bodies swaying, but never rising.
Mothers crying and never healing.
Fathers falling and never praising.
Children calling, but never answered.

Shards of glass, and stone, and bones.
Pools of blood, and tears, and hearts.
Heaven so distant, and hell so near.
Angels of destruction; angels of hate.

Bodies are charred, and black, and spent.
Covered in soot; bathed in the lives of others.
Born into death, teeth are breaking.
Mouths hang open; smiles abating.

All doors have been shut.
All avenues are cut.
Locked in a box with stars.
All for what?