Enemy Migs Poem by Gert Strydom
Enemy Migs
At first we think
that they are Mirages
and know this time
the enemy is going to get
a nice hiding,
but the sound sounds enemy foreign
and when they dive down
we know that catastrophe is at hand.
Like huge eggs
bomb after bomb falls
and they disappear
in the direction
from where the sun rises.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/24/2024 5:44:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
