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Drone
A drone be, a male bee,
useless in hive of she's,
except at mating time!
Expelled when job done.
A drone is monotonous hum
of sitars and bag-pipes,
mantras meditating,
prayer wheels.
A drone is now an aerial vehicle,
an unmanned helicopter
used for surveillance
and dropping bombs.
A modern form of warfare
whose hum is feared
for the terror it brings
anonymous and remotely
with the sender
out of harm's way.
Just as the bullet be,
when it leaves the barrel
of the way off shooter's riffle.
The drone is still so masculine
but hardly humdrum,
anymore.
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