THE VICTORY
High in the sky on the darkest night,
Crossing that sky in formation flight,
Staying above the cloud,
Through the night the probing light -
Pierce the distance, pierce the night
Penetrate the shroud.
And there in the darkness far below
Is the flame of a single match to glow
And the lone bombardier grows tense,
"Over target, open the bay;
Right on target, bombs away!"
And the bombs scream down our defense.
A shipyard gone - a steel mill, too,
And ships in the harbor, two by two,
Stores and houses by the score,
Ten thousand dead won't see the dawn,
These are they who were but pawns,
And had no part in the Devil's war!
And all the men in the bomber stared
As the bomb hit mark and the fire flared,
And the picture wasn't pretty.
And there in the darkness far below
They saw the fire lose it's glow
In another nameless city.
And then the pilot turned and said,
"We've won! The enemy is dead!
Let's go. Our job is done."
They flew away into the night,
In silence, pondering the flight,
Until the morning sun.
And nearing home, could not disguise
The terror mounting in their eyes,
Through smoke that filled the dawn;
Their victory cheer had been in haste,
For all their land was laid to waste
The home they'd known was gone!
copr. 1989 - Trinka Powers
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