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Selana

Selana

She strapped on her warplane and flew away to fight

Russian jets being the enemy to be hit

Her missiles were old like her plane

 

But it was a good one well built

Serviced by her mechanics to perform

When ordered to do by her

 

She the tip of the spear just a gal

Reason I love my mistress the pilot

 

Defending our nation each and every day

She already shot down four or five planes

She told me it’s confusing being in combat

 

Things happen fast beyond comprehension

It’s comparable to driving a racing bike

I think but I’m a hacker and don’t drive

 

I get into Russian and Red Chinese systems

Do my art and war that way to defeat them

It focuses me while my gal is up above

 

Keeping us all safe from enemy actions

I want to tell the world but we cannot

We must remain a secret what we both do

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Written by
nickarmbrister
122 / Two-Spirit / earth
Published
May 28, 2022
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#war#pilot#warrior#woman
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