Black Hawk Down

Inspired by the movie Black Hawk Down.

With not a care in the world,
I float above the clouds,
Far above the wretched crowds,
I fly over narrow ridges and vales,
And take a jolly ride through the mighty gales!

Abruptly, a boisterous black smoke engulfs me,
Roaring in my face and thrashing my being!

All I see is a concourse of black hawks,
Some, twitching and writhing in pain,
In the cold winters, away from home and hearth,
Staring grimly at the amused Death!

All I feel is a cold wave of fears,
Cold enough to freeze the life in my veins,
And an ocean of unshed tears,
That threatens to drown the monsoon rains!

All I hear is the firing of brutal bullets,
And the hurling of rocket propelled grenades,
For them, the closest to a serenade,
Oh! But it's the Reaper, not their fair maid!

I came to a halt at a man on his deathbed-
A pool of red stream that he'd bled,
Mutilated-his body, mind and heart,
Like many others' in mad wars!

At the opportune moment our eyes met,
He looked at me and breathed his last breath,
His glassy and expressionless eyes gaze
At me, and reflect his own face!

And I feel lighter than a feather,
With not a care in the world,
I fly along with a flock of birds flying together,
Up above the whitest clouds,
Far above the wretched  crowds!

I fly over narrow ridges and vales,
And take a jolly ride thro' the mighty gales!