Black the night as hell below
Cigar-shaped fuselages silhouetted
Against star sprinkled horizon
Monstrous propellers tri-angular
Lazily spinning in viscous air, humid
Machinegun fingers strutting, pointing
For’ard, aft, up above, underneath
From Plexiglas domes
Whilst weapons of mass destruction
Are strapped unto cigar shaped bellies
Five hundred pounds apiece
To be released upon target unsuspecting
To maim, tear apart, obliterate
Suddenly! The harbinger strappers of mass destruction
Scatters away, away from hummingbird
Its propellers no more lazily spinning
But frantically whirring, screeching
Cigar-shaped fuselage shivering, shaking
In anticipation! Fear! Anger?
And fiery tongues of flame belching
From behind propellers whirring
With a jerk, a jump our hummingbird is off
A sprinter free from its starting blocks
And then there’s only the silence of the dropping pin
Bar the angry drone of propellers whirring
Hummingbird is soaring into the ink-black sky
Soaring up, up, up into the starry black sky
Deeper, deeper in the pitch-black night, sailing
Through oceans of clouds and lifeless air
Untoward a destination a mere pinprick on our map
Is our destination a town full of living souls, a harbour?
Maybe a railway station sheltering its steely snakes
The receivers of our cigar shaped mass destruction
Polaris gazing at our hummingbird, splinters of starlight
Streaking through portholes starboard, port
Casting slivers of light through our hummingbird viscera
Shining in eerily silver hue
Bright white lances of piercing light
Crisscrossing our black ocean of clouds and air
Catching, holding hummingbird in its deathly embrace
Thack-a-thack-a-thack the sound of pencil thin red lines
Streaking towards our hummingbird
Only to burst in a kaleidoscope of orange-yellow-red-blue
When reaching hummingbird wings, fuselage
Setting hummingbird alight, breaking off its wings
Hummingbirds exploding, spiraling down, down, down
Sometimes throwing out its cargo of human beings
Many a time not
Oh God please let it not be us to spiral into oblivion next
Suddenly, swiftly caught up
in the cross-haired lens of our Hummingbird eye
Our unsuspecting victims, knowing not whether to cry or pray
Unwillingly receiving the embryos screaming, whining
falling flying through pitch-black night
from hummingbird bellies pregnant with death
only to explode in Lucifer symphony fiery bright and black
hummingbird feather light and swift of flight
sailing through our inkblack sea of night, no more pregnant
starlight streaming through the wounds of thack-a-thack-a-thack
smoke streaming from behind one lazily spinning propeller
our hummingbird’s wings are full of holes agaping
as tedious as the journey towards destruction have been
as arduous is our homeward bound
is it our base we see through broken domes
hummingbird is battling, hummingbird’s wings are falling away
like feathers from a hunted bird
propellers unevenly whirring, rumbling, roaring
then in we go to our homebound nest
on broken up wings and prayer abundance
touching down touching down
hummingbird shudders, shakes in deaths embrace
hummingbird will no more venture into flight again
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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