Wing (zero)
by Soop
Twenty one and one more Year
The light ran across the Captain’s face
The Mechanic panicked and shouted out;
The Operator, of course, knew it all.
The man had only half a face
Conquered be the base upon which our dreams are built.
The men fell to their knees and cried
But then the captain clenched his fists.
They are fools if they believe that they can bend a Just
man’s will!
The captain laughed a hearty laugh and the men arose
once more.
They told us that the end was near.
They said the war’d be over soon.
And some of us believed.
What happened, he asked, and no one knew
The Men stood firmly in their place
And not one dared to move.
He knew what the bomb was all about!
He didn’t know how, and he didn’t know why
But the men stood firm and refused to die.
And with a keystroke and a wave,
The screens lit up across the board
And the men thought they were saved.
And the other half was rock.
He told the truth, the simple truth
And the men reeled back in shock.
Conquered be the land upon which our blood was spilt.
Conquered be the cities which we thought would never fall.
Conquered be the places which are holy to us all.
No more orders and no more lies
With hands in prayer and watered eyes.
And they laid down flat and hoped to die.
And stood up proud and tall.
He looked at the men who served him well
And screamed a fearsome call.
They are wrong if they believe that they can take us lying still!
The walls of Truth can not be breached by cannonballs and spears!
The city of Justice can not be razed by hatred, lies, and fears!
They looked down at the books and papers scattered about floor.
With mighty clap and sudden stroke the fools had lost their wigs.
The men stared up at the naked sun and bred fire from stones and twigs.