Unharmed by Keith Kitchen


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We have been attacked, the people cried
As day faded into night
And the river flowed red, green and blue.
The nitric acid is fresh, I'm told.
The city is black under a painted heart scene
And the roses are freshly dead.
The sky is clear, with dark, swollen clouds,
While Freedom again bleeds red.
The fool cries his jokes to the angry crowd
As stones fly through the air.
The river runs backwards with heros' blood
As the Eagle rises from the ashes.
A corpse spoke before returning to his grave
With a pterodactyl on his shoulder
And the zeppelin flew once more to the moon.
People only wish they heard what he said.
America rises, the Eagle swoops to the ground
While courage stands shining, unharmed.