EVERY DRONE THAT FLIES
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 5th November 2013
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