Air raid attack

The punks fall from the sky in an air raid, Their rebellion silenced, their spirit betrayed. Once fierce and unyielding, now they lie cold, Their dreams and hopes shattered, their story untold. They fought for a cause, for a voice to be heard, But their message was lost, their passion obscured. Their music, a symphony of angst and rage, Was silenced by bombs that brought down the stage. They lived on the edge, with nothing to lose, But the cost of the fight was their death, they choose. Their courage and defiance will never be slain, Their memory and legacy will always remain. Let their fall from the sky be a beacon of light, That freedom and justice are worth the fight. Their sacrifice w...View all