Predator Drone MQ-1

Like blazing comets in the sky
That shake the stars of light
Which drop like fruit to the earth
Through the fierce, burning night

A virtual traveller
10.000 feet above
Spies a land he will never reach
Or understand

Removed from his dreadful deeds
He operates thousands of miles away
And does not feel the burning fires

Predators and Reapers in the night sky
Vultures, infra-red targets
With hellfire beneath the wings
The God of war is drunk with blood

Lock-on radar and communications
Joint direct attack munitions
Screaming missiles raining down
Remote automated slaughter

Like blazing comets scattering death
Aerial assassinations and murder
Earth smokes with blood, groans and shakes
And drinks its childrens' gore

What have the heads of State to answer for?

Beneath the machines, they die like sheep
Groaning upon high mountains, desert plains
But for the killers, there are no sounds of battle
As bloodied children die among the ruins they have lain

What have the heads of State
To answer for?
Removed, within their homes of comfort
When a thousand deaths, for vengeance, cry
Like blazing comets in the sky
That shake the stars of light
Which drop like fruit to the earth
Through the fierce burning light