Killed by the Drones, Everyone killed by the Drones
My father, killed by the Drones
My mother, killed by the Drones
My Brother and sister, killed by the Drones
Our lives have no value, just mere collateral
Our fate lies between your fingers
Can't you feel emotion? Can't you feel remorse?
Are you dead inside? After everything destroyed
Now you can kill freely
From the safety of your throne
Taking more lives with impunity
With help of the Drones, Amen.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Nothing is Written : a poem collection
PoesíaPoetry is a form of literature everyone know about, it is one of many ways to pour out our thoughts on the media literature. this poetry collection is my side work during my empty time, created out of necessity to pour out my heart and mind into a c...
