The unmanned aerial vehicle
Soars silent like a bird of prey,
Over a blood-filled obliteration
Of some poor sucker's wedding day...
Shreds of innocents' flesh and shit,
Fall, like morbid precipitation,
Around the spot where the missile hit,
Coloring the bull's eye red...
And the reason for all the dead
Was an intelligence mistake,
Made at an air base the previous day,
But as they say, "War is hell", and sometimes
Collateral damge is the price you pay...
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