metal wings
high in the sky
hiding in the clouds
like mythical gods
circling silently in the night
striking from above
strange birds
no dove of peace
no mighty hawk
no majestic eagle, just
birds of death
pilotless
programmed
zooming in
on the x mark
delivering its payload
to a house, a home
a truck, a building
a cell phone, a group
raining death
blinded bird eyes view
playback DC
men
women
child
beast
ripping
flesh
burning
smelling
period
target destroyed
mission accomplish
a reality video game
the fire next time
bring the drone home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mission accomplish, I like it, thanks.