|illustration by Faraz Aamer Khan|
The Pen Is Mightier than the Drone
by Jock Doubleday
You dare to challenge
the hot blood of free humanity?
You dare to soar
through our blue skies autonomous,
unthinking, unfeeling, unyielding?
We are the Promethean race
who stole fire from the gods.
We are the descendants of Odysseus
whose strength moved earth and heaven.
We are the progeny of Giants,
a clever compaction,
a thinking brute without compunction
to amass our millions against you.
Your silver, silent, senseless gauntlet
is a fly
buzzing around the head of limitless power,
anger without name,
retribution without end.
Your epitaph is written in stone
by savage-hearted, noble,
Your destiny is etched upon the page of history
in words that pour from our primitive hearts
like ink from an eagle's quill.
Moloch machine!! Death-drone!!
penned March 20, 2014