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.