Tiny Drones
The sparrow that sits in the window sill
looking in, moves a bit clumsily it is not
like a real bird, must be a drone spying
on me. Drones, like guns, can easily been
obtained in shops now, cool as buying
a small computer. They are called EOK-
extension of knowledge- and if armed
with small rockets are ideal for hunting
and for snooping on your neighbours.
I hit the sparrow- drone with a hammer,
splashes of blood on the window pane.
So I was wrong, but could have been
right and risked being sued for destroying
another person´s property.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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