You can see on their faces and in their eyes,
as they pray for protection from the skies.
The fear showing stronger then their pride,
fetal positioned like the rest that have died.
Hoping for a miracles intervention to come,
to save their fear and rest their heart drums,
calm their nerves and bring back their strength,
varying their prayers and their prayers length.
These visions I see through my flying drones lens,
conducting missions over fields I'm to cleanse.
Targeted they fetal themselves down to pray,
I press a button and take their lives away.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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