The War of the Worlds
Lines were crossed by renegade birds
twisting and shouting above the treetops
discovering yet another metropolis
Zeroing in from ground-level positions
superheroes rise between glass skyscrapers
bullets ricocheting like laser beams
There’s little room for science fiction
not when attempting to rescue a planet
speeding headlong toward self-destruction
The invasion has always come from within
often mistaken as unidentified aliens
navigating the most sophisticated machinery
july two thousand sixteen
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That first line really grabs me, just that imagery of “renegade birds”
thank you so much I’m elated that it grabs you WG
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