Drones

Drones Unmanned keen aerial spy In its solitary sail above high Unmanned menacing drones Breaking rules and human bones, While overheard they romp On beat with unfettered pomp That reduces man to a chick On the mercy of Hawk’s beak... Is it a cure Aids to treat This manoeuvre so discreet, Whose capacity will it alter Who will quail who will falter?? We need noise of Holy tones We don’t need any drones. We NEED technology of phones We loath the spying drones! We need food; rice and prawns We don’t need buzz of drones. We need Peace we need Love Not assault from above. Privacy is any human’s right Woe to peeping Tom’s sight! Woe to bugging of our phones Or surveillance by the drones! **For the Love of Peace & universal co-operation, Respect and Consensus. JM 06th Nov’ 2013