War Bird
By John Sparks, (jcosparks@email.msn.com)

            Silently climbing into the night
            On a vampire's cape angled and black,
            A stealth bird-of-prey shedding the light
            Heads to the North,
            The skies of Iraq.

            Whispering soft, onward it flies
            Over alien rivers, deserts, and plains
            To engage the tyrant's murderous lies,
            And to deny the demon
            His ill-gotten gains.

            Engines aglow, the small raptor soars,
            Seeking its prize now hid in his cell,
            Cowering below beneath closed doors
            In the bowels of the earth,
            The heart of his hell.

            Sink if you will; your flesh is mine!--
            God's hand to judge your wicked soul.
            My bombs to drop, let the buzzards dine
            On what bits are blown...
            Outside the hole!

            Go get 'em F117!

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