The Butterfly and the Drone
Part 3 to, Thunder and The Future Soldier, a Trilogy
A wee little boy
From the other side of the world
In the hills of Virginia
Where serenity and calm reign
He meanders home from school
Baseball was such blast
All boys should be sentenced to such enchantments
He smiles, as his eyes gleam at father’s computer
Wow, a video game he sees
How I love those games he exclaims!
Curiosity has captured his imagination
As he plays with mouse and joystick
Far far away, in the land of ISIS
A jeep filled with soldiers
Whose only goal, is to fulfill their hatred
Allah they say, when it’s only narrow minds they worship
A drone fly’s overhead, surveilling these routes of ancient hate
Silently filming the movements below
Now we have an eye on the devil, from afar
Our heads in the clouds no more
The little boy is good at this game
He has played super Mario and more
So he takes his best shot
And KABOOM the jeep of devils explodes
The drone fires his missiles
Obliviating those inhuman targets below
Command and control in shock
The drone was unarmed after all
The little boy jumps in glee
That video game was tons of fun
Through an open window
The Butterfly flutters overhead,
A silent smile
Justice undone, now restored
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2014
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