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Drone Driver

He brushes his teeth
To start each  day
Gets the minutiae
Out of the way
Puts on his uniform
Assumes his business face
Makes the short journey
To his workplace.

He's a professional assassin
Without prejudice or hate
Who carries out his work for
An alert and watchful state
He can kill with precision
But gets no vicarious thrill
When it comes the time to
Use his hard earned skill

Part of a team but really
He works on his own
When the orders come
To launch his Drone.
He's miles away
Not really there
As he sends death
Down from the air

He takes off his uniform
Re enters civilian life
Settles for the evening
With his children and wife
They say he's a killer but
It's really not the same
He's convinced himself
It's just a computer game
He keeps that thought
Held firmly in his head
As he cleans his teeth
Before he goes to bed.
Only his wife knows about
The many tortured screams
As he tosses and he turns
Trapped in his nightly dreams

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