Joystick brings target into view;
Violent game of life and death.
Balanced in cloudless sky of blue,
Distant concerns of kin and kith.
Remote, the drone receives command,
Pulse of bytes, irrelevant noise.
A far-off war, a remote land.
Men will play with expensive toys.
Human emotions don’t apply,
All empathy, conditioned out.
Soldiers are ordered to comply,
Drones must carry orders out.
Mission control will know the score.
Ours is not to question why,
Query what drones are fighting for,
Just direct objects in the sky.
Human face imposed on a field,
Basic pattern recognition.
Can it stop the impulse to wield
Weapons, stop blind causation?
Give back humanity and life,
End this video-game of death.
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