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A poem about the U.S. military's Predator. Flying high in defense of freedom.


Submitted:Nov 16, 2011    Reads: 10    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


The Predator

Standing fast,
no recognition you see,
for hunted you are,
the blade flutters,
like a little butterfly at thee,

invisible to sound,
invisible to sight,
morphed technology,
no alien here right?

no, surely not,
like a chameleon it be,
spend much of its time,
hunting with no remorse,
reflecting a picture,
invisible on its course,

the predator up in the sky,
looks like an eagle,
with wings that fly,
stealth to all, just secrets to spy.

Razorblade © 2011





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