Warriors Sunset

The old bomber's on the ramp; flew in just for show. Gawkers, dreamers, and memories hang around like ghosts, lost after World War Two - (like my dad it was there with the Army Air Corp, going across Europe in 1944) Four burley motors, stars on silver wings, gunners pointing in all directions, oh what monsterous things - So peaceful, large, and quiet gleaming as in the setting sun now it sits; hard to comprehend how much humanity this beast had once blown to bits - The ever increasing mechanisms of war a mad fever since time began, may just reach their climax at the extinction of man - So, perhaps we should not linger in the gory glory of war for too long, because what fascinates most of us the most may one day become the reason all of humanity is gone -