The Pearl

Planes dropped their bombs
and sprayed their bullets.

Planes which did not know
right from wrong.

The men inside of them
had minds of their own.

They’d come from far away,
fleeing the rising sun.

Their mission was sweet
and desirable to the Generals.

Their minions
were mostly minions.

The war went on
in sea and land and air.

Many lived
and many died.

But everything
remained the same.