Dreaming a world without drones

Who are ravenous for living bones.

There are heaps and heaps of clones

Hovering in skies of faceless warzones.


We all yearn for peaceful homes

Devoid of any ostentatious thrones.

The world is frightened of nuclear cyclones

That can rip apart all identified and unknowns.


Violence appears to exist in our commanding hormones,

We should assemble all regarded as worthless gnomes

To make the commanding realize that we are gemstones,

Interested in peace everywhere and not tombstones.