So take good care of you
Greyish clouds behind
Earth is nothing more
Than an error below
And you are alone
Really alone
You are bombing some one else
That's your duty
Meanwhile your soul
Is going back to the sun
Another time
In Modern times
You designate targets
Computers confirm them
And give you the path
To get you out
Far away from debris
Targets are too expensive
To waste
People is disposable
Computers and planes too
Ammo and explosives
Can't wait to boom
So take good care of you
To Elia
VABM 11/Feb,2016