Thursday, June 11, 2015

poem of the day 06.11.15

future drone pilots of america

watch them blast away
on handhelds in parks

at museums on field trips in packs

watch them shout die! die! die!

in restaurants as their parents
slip slowly into their own cellular SOMA

future drone pilots of america

smacking keyboards of rage
pulling on their mouse like a noose

locating pinpoint targets on the screen
dropping bombs of capitalistic conquest

young soldiers who at twelve years old
could take out an entire town

yet aren’t smart enough to know
their age, their birthdate, or where they live

have a body count that would
make the pentagon proud

but couldn’t articulate themselves
if they tried.


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