The child’s smile has been stolen,
He has no expression now,
A Drone took out his family,
His homestead and his plough.
Yet one day when the scars of fear,
Heal they’ll be replaced,
First by tears of agony,
That will leave a bitter taste,
The bitter taste; grief first,
And later anger comes,
That’s when all innocence is lost,
And he’ll the march to the sound of drums.
Drums of revenge, Drums of war,
Will be ringing in his ears,
Erasing all compassion,
That’s when he volunteers,
To undertake an evil deed,
To do unto all the others,
What was done unto him,
His parents and his brothers.
Yet the Drone knows not clemency,
The Drone will never care,
The Drone still flies up in the sky,
Does not respond to any prayer.
Oh Drone of plunder, Drone of might,
Drone armed with weapons oh so bright,
Eastward leading, hearts left bleeding,
Collateral damage it’s given right.