White clouds, blue skies,
Above the bountiful heavens lies.
Tunnelling vision,
Now what exactly was his mission.
Missing everything by the breath of a hair,
Everything is a blur, that ain’t fair!
Coordinates received,
The enemy is besieged!
Locked on target, all systems go,
Boom goes the building along with the foe!
Mayday! Mayday! I’ve been hit!
He came out of nowhere, that little git.
Systems critical, have to hit eject,
Could have been a little more careful in retrospect.
Safely ejected, parachute away,
Feet on the ground, in the heat of the day.
From the frying pan and into the fire,
He loaded his Glock, just wishing he could fly higher.
Taha Sheerazi