Drones

("I no longer love blue skies. In fact, I now prefer grey skies. The drones do not fly when the skies are grey" ~ Zubair 13 yr)

Blue skies, they fly,  I stress out
But when it rains it drains my fears out
They're killing my people, tryna scout out,
Big names, when I shout out
They claim foul, blame game,
Pull the stats out

Worst case, they're killing citizens
Saying 'they're militants or
Isolated incidents or
just staying vigilant
Never mind these tribal minds
Carry no significance, anyways'
The best is, kids losing innocence
So there is no best case
In this injustice

Flying like a bird with mechanical wings
But when it hits
It hurts more than just a bee sting
No one bemoans
These drone
Hovering over my home
Always on mind
Whenever I look up
I duck, I fall
Flat on my stomach

God save me, and my, family
I wanna see the sky
The way its suppose to be
Without having a sigh or cry
Or someone spy on me,
Just the way its suppose to be

God take me back,
To my innocent fantasy