Poem - Red Rockets

red rocket planes streak

to the metropolis

in the mist of an angry morning

I stare at the painted sky

at their slash of intrusion

their load of people ants

oblivious to the sacrilege

mostly they land

disgorging their germs

insidious damage silent

they spread through the Motherland

the capitalist dollar their wielded weapon

usurpers and invaders

without principal

without conscience

spreading their fascist plague

liberté equalité fraternité

dead

impaled by red rockets planes

painted on a early morning sky

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