By Gary Lindorff
America's Drones of Love flying hither and yon by ThisCantBeHappening
Let us bomb your neighborhood,
Let us target your neighbor
Out of our love and concern --
Not you, not your children.
Drones of love!
Won't you love us
After the dust settles?
After the evil has been exploded?
After the crater in the market-place
Has been filled in and paved
We will explode our way into your hearts!
We might miss our intended target;
Our drones of love are no more accurate
Than our drones of hate.
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