It was just a coincidence that I read recently that the US is trying out the pilotless plane. It reminds me of the poem I wrote a few years back. Enjoy the poem below:
A cloud of dust appears on the West,
Like a swarm of locusts leaving its nest,
Zooming planes with thunderous roar;
Soaring high towards the Eastern Shore.
A mission of death is in store,
For the nations on the Eastern Shore.
What causes deserve such a tit-for-tat?
The planes unload their destructive cargoes,
Like torrential rains bringing death and pain!
People fall like nine pins in a strike,
While buildings crumble like match-boxes!
Like tidal waves, the smoke, dust and fire engulf,
The massive cloak of darkness spreads;
Confusion, bewilderment and horror!
The pilotless planes return to base,
Mission accomplished with clock-work precision;
The men who guide these planes,
Switch off their computers and heave a sigh,
Pat each other’s back for a job extremely well done:
Terminating lives who do not conform
To their ideology and belief!
What heartless monsters have world leaders become,
A generation created by Man and not by God!