Drone Strike

Drones swarm through the pieces of a shattered city

like mechanical vultures feasting on a rotting animal corpse

stripping off flesh until only bones remain.

Their beady red eyes scan the rubble

searching for new victims

guns locked and loaded

ready to spray cold hard death.

war victims worm their way through the ruins

ducking under rusty cars

crawling through slimy pipes

hiding in abandoned stores

avoiding the watchful eyes

of the deadly drones circling above

growing bored by the lack of action

the shiny devils decide to spice things up with a strike

Letting a blood curdling metallic roar  

they let missiles rain down

that grind the earth into dust.

panicking people stream out of destroyed shelters

only to be met with bullet hurricanes

shredding bodies apart into pulp

killing indiscriminately without mercy.  

In a far away land

a detached man watches the carnage on a screen

in HD resolution, he can see every signal drop of blood

every molecule of dust.

His trigger happy fingers mash colorful buttons

as machines pump his body full of drugs

washing away feelings of hesitation and guilt.

A robotic creature hovers next to him

supervising, watching every move

whispering static into his ear

telling him who needs to be killed

for his own safety and security