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
but,
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