Aerodynamics

High above the world we fly,
speeding bullets in the sky.
As we're fired off from the ground,
killing barriers of sight and sound.
On flights of fancy fuelled by greed,
our aim from worldly woes be freed.
In our path maimed souls of nations;
spent cartridges of life's creations.

What goes up must come down,
in a different culture, different town.
D'you think we listen, learn as well?
Gain experience? Do we hell!
We're ambassadors for the human race,
What-can't have cod 'n' chips nor plaice?
All too soon, we touch base and then
assume our normal roles again.