When It Rains

Glen Hunter

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We send satellites up high to look down from the sky

To let loose the dogs of war and destroy like never before

When it rains missiles it pours, on schools and towns and local stores

As scores of people who will know no sequel are destroyed into a void

Trapped in the margins of what gets laughingly called journalism

Of what is happily rolled out like churnalism again and again

We never see the tears before the strike hits , the dust and ash and broken bits

The whip , the lash, the dirt and grit, the devastation from the 2nd hit

So it was writ and so it is done , the worlds elite can kill anyone

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