| by Leslie King |
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I’m slender, I’m sleek
With pointed beak
Poised, ready
Silent, steady
Leaning like a tower
Waiting to unleash
My destructive power
At the touch of a button
All reason is forgotten
As I head for my target
In some city, some state
With the venom and hate
Of a crackpot dictator
A liar
Who made me rain fire
On my neighbor
A dispute that
Could have been settled
By diplomatic behavior
With pointed beak
Poised, ready
Silent, steady
Leaning like a tower
Waiting to unleash
My destructive power
At the touch of a button
All reason is forgotten
As I head for my target
In some city, some state
With the venom and hate
Of a crackpot dictator
A liar
Who made me rain fire
On my neighbor
A dispute that
Could have been settled
By diplomatic behavior
Leslie King lives in the town of
Hayes in West London, England.
Hayes in West London, England.