Drone Democracy Poem

Majid Ali, M.D.

Drone Democracy Poem

A glistening speck,

Lit by a burning sun.

Miles below,

Bare-footed children,

Dirt, rocks, and fun.

And then,

Out of a crater,

Little limbs fly,

Of children blown,

By a missile from a drone.

Red-tan shredded brain,

Peeping through smashed bones,

Toddlers’ flesh,

Smeared on dry stones.

Dazed mothers search

For pieces of children,

In a devil’s douse,

Far, far,

Far, from the White House.

Can you hear them?

Can you hear their silent screams?

Drone democracy maker,

Can you?

Your charisma,

Smashing smile,

Your vision mystifying,

Your words electrifying,

Your stellar speechifying,

Your minions chant,


Yes, we can,


How deep are you, brother?

How true are you, brother?

The empire’s caretaker.

How deep? How true?

All wars are

Wars against children.

Do you know that, professor?

The oppressed

Become the oppressor,

Do you see that, professor?

Who will be oppressed next?

Can you guess, professor?

What will be the pretext?

Of the new oppressor?

Can you assess, professor?

Can you?

The empire’s peacemaker.

How true is your devotion,

To the homeless?

To the voiceless?

To the hopeless?

To little girls,

whom you made fatherless?

How true is your devotion?

The Empire undertaker,

How true?

In a land of tormented silence,

Of killers’ prominence.

Despair delivered by drones,

Of full spectrum dominance.

A world enchanted

by your eloquence.

But does that hide

the stench of  death,

your eminence?

The empire’s fear trader.

Does it?

Your celebrated passion,

For audacity of hope.

For the change,

We can believe in,

Your commitment,

To the rule of law,

To constitution’s claw.

But, is there

A soul for justice?

The empire’s judicial faker?

Is there?

Do you see the broken babies?

Do you see chunks of children?

Mutilated men?

Weeping women?

Do you see them?

The empire’s freedom fighter?

Do you?

Is there a heart?

Is there a soul?

Is there?

Drone democracy maker?

❉ ❉ ❉

In 1997,  Britain lost Hong Kong, its last major colony. That was the centennial year of the time when the British poet, Rudyard Kipling, wrote the following:

Far-called, our navies melt away,

On dunes and headlands sinks the fire;

Lo, all our pomp of yesterday

Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!

Just a little history lesson for you, professor.

Nineveh and Tyre were two ancient cities. Nineveh (612 BC) was located where the present day Mosul, Iraq, is. In the reign of King Assurbanipal, its library contained an estimated 20,000 cuneiform tablets. Tyre (around 1400 B.C.) Was built on an island off the coast of present Lebanon. In 333 B.C. it was sacked by Alexander, the Sick.

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