spiraling above the horizon.
The sound of screeching engines
heralding impending doom.
its plates stained with pitch and soot,
slowly sailing towards the heart of our home.
No kamikaze or divine wind
to deliver intervention.
Our fletched arrows bouncing off
the reinforced steel of an era
beyond our time.
Our wooden galleys, our planked barges,
splintered by its mortars and ordinance.
The demons’ desecration of our lands,
bring us strife,
a fateful reminder that we are still
the people of the past.
Opening our eyes,
we look towards the future.
By becoming what has shattered us,
can we overcome the inevitable cataclysm,
The black-wrought machine from another land.
Kamikaze, or divine wind, is a term first originated from the intervention of a tempest in the Mongol invasion of Japan. The entire foreign armada, which would have occupied the nation, was smashed off the inhospitable coastline.