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 I'm Going To Grow Up To Be (A Drone Pilot)
hum dee dah hum hum
the drones are flying
children are crying
no little ones go to school

no weddings no funerals
no more gatherings of councils of the wise
American young minds are minding
the controls over their lives

sitting comfortably at their computer consoles
while 7,000 miles away
silver-winged chaos mindlessly looms overhead
game boy idiots sweeping away human dots
kill shots piling up of the dead

hum dee hum drum the drum for the dying
within twenty-two hours
young Americans hone their powers
to assassinate at will

oh, eyes that cannot see who they kill
"I'm going to grow up to be a drone pilot.."
Momma'd be proud I've made something of myself
and my skills

you lack real courage
you lack real conviction
you are cowardly
are you part of a policy
apart of the disconnection
to keep us on home soil all free

what cost is enough cost
what job is this, what boss
that would video death?
another's humanity?

Copyright December 21, 2012  All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo straight  from the Tilt-a-World

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