What is this now
What is this now,Are we at war.
You in mid-air,
Me on the floor.
There aught to be weapons,
To fight of this war.
Please send in the drones,
Won't you give me some more.
It wasn't me that started this war,
Won't you send in the drones,
There aught to be drones.
With missiles and more.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-09-03 at 02:27
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