Drones

Weened on the glint of a tv screen
Neglected by blood not digital dreams
Preyed by greed, needful things, perpetual gluttony

Be all you can be, dropping bombs on refugees detached from all reality

Hide the guilt, there is no shame, the pixels feel no pain
Moths to flame, there is no end, pawns in the rich mans game

Drop like flies from skies above
Trained for thrill, were toys that kill