For each and every drone that flies

Somewhere somebody’s child dies

Yet still we fail to realise

That Barry’s hawks won’t compromise

Their zeal shines on in lying eyes

The media feed false alibis

For each and every drone that flies

 

Every drone that flies

Someone mostly dies

Every drone that flies

Someone mostly dies

 

For each and every drone that flies

Screaming though peaceful sunlit skies

Flown by burnt out former spies

Who’ve lost the will to empathise

Know only how to synchronise

Their gamers skills through bloodshot eyes

For each and every drone that flies

 

Every drone that flies

Someone mostly dies

Every drone that flies

Someone mostly dies

 

Harry Rogers, Aberbanc 5^th November 2013