On we drone,
Another day,
Another death,
We fly on high,
All day,
All night,
We never tire.
We've got the time,
Until we fire,
And we're assured,
It's not a crime.
It's more or less
A righteous act,
Our work
That is.
We're told in fact,
That when we kill,
It's been approved,
Approved on high,
It couldn't be a
A crime of war.
Death comes right from
A Kill List,
Like a – Fatwa,
If you will.
And should you happen
In the way,
It was just your time,
But not a crime.
