In the skies above, in the year of '24,
USA drones soar, their missions in store.
With wings of steel and eyes of glass,
They navigate the heavens, as moments pass.
From desert sands to urban sprawl,
USA drones answer the nation's call.
Surveillance and reconnaissance, their domain,
As they gather intel, in sun or rain.
With precision strikes, they hit their mark,
In the fight against terror, in the dark.
Targeted and precise, they unleash their might,
Ensuring security, day and night.
But amidst their power, questions arise,
About the cost of freedom, beneath the skies.
For with every strike, there's a price to pay,
As collateral damage casts its shadowed sway.
In the year of '24, let us pause and reflect,
On the role of drones, in the world's neglect.
For in their silent flight, there's a lesson to learn,
About the balance of power, and the fires that burn.
About the Creator
Glacier Heart
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