VideoDrones
The drones, they keep on staring
at the television blaring
all the hate and lies
passing threw their eyes.
Propoganda in their brains
Violent acts in their viens
Muscles throbbing, hearts pounding
as the trumpets of war are sounding
The children, they cry
as the bombers pass by
dropping death at their feet
to that armmogedon beat
that drums on threw their lives
as they take to the skies
to deliver their rage
to other children their age.
At the moon, the dogs howl
as the world leaders scowl
sighning false empty treaties
to save there eradiatated lands, the
1950's nightmare of a world.
The screams of the soilders can still be heard.
But all of these outcomes are really quite mild
so what ever you do, dont change that dial.
poem by Thunderstorm Lullaby
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