The man that they call drone


Can I say, if I may about a man drone
Working and laboring listening to an eerie tone
Covered in a stench and sweat that will chill your very bone
Never seeing never being never left alone

Oppression isn't present in this world of ours
But if you look beyond your eyes, beyond the
brightest stars
A world you'll see so grimace that will steal
your very soul
You’ll see a land of man of many strands,
holding like a stone.

Debts, dues, and deadlines, screech across the
land
Side roads and cross roads, holding a life
within their hand
An envelope filled with green and greed to
keep the schedule whole
Paid in praise to count their days, never
knowing what they stole.

Lines of dread across the dust, going on into
the night
Kept after by the watchful dogs destroying
free thought on site
A single man speaks aloud about what he thinks
is true
He was dead before he hit the sand, and replaced
by someone new

Armies of men and child for this monarchy they
fight
Upon his pedestal dictating what is right
But in his eye he sees afar a man in which he
knew
The man he left upon the sand, come back to reign
anew.

After the battle, the flames were spread and ash
was all around
Men were lost and men were dead where very few
stood ground
Of those few, the man he saw the one he hoped had
drowned
Lead those men into the night to break the
tyrants down.

Breaking down those many beasts, bringing them to
the floor
The Dictator no more answers beats upon his door
Behind the walls of the tower tall, upon his
majesty’s throne
The very man that freed the land, the man that
they called drone.

by
Jacob Lister