Watching lives across the globe through filtered green screen missiles probe.
They’re flown intently from the free, to kill their foes, for you… not me.
I held a rifle, faced the sun, aimed my shots and watched men run.
A different type of power unfolds as teenage angst destroys the old.
No time to talk or make amends for those with different views defend their lives, their wives, their kids, their homes whilst I came home to pen my poems.