I’d journal my adventures as a drone

For all to see
the good done by humanity.

While suffering in silence about
“Man dominating man to his injury”…

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You’d read of radiant splendor for a blazing sun descended, then ascending.

A horizon exploding reds, after blues,
becoming muted before their day is done.

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You’d read of children briefly lost
laughing in a daised field.

No land mines hidden
their hearts to kill.

News of reunions upon a hill
Would every day as an editor

My column fill.

In flight I’d view
Marriages new or old renewed.

Except with no divorce
Coded inside
As an alternative
When no longer desired
The groom or the bride.

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Among the doves of peace
I’d freely be

To write of love global.

Where all dwell together

In ‘true peace’
and earthwide harmony.

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I’d write the coming soon future

Although flying
Crying

Today

Over brutal insanity.