The system calculates our time
When we type and punch into the vast space
Codes meant to search and destroy
High up, masked as drones
The sky watches these robotic beings
As they fly past the Nile
Down to Lake Chad
Then into the delta of our lives
Rounding up their targets
They circle round and round like vultures
Waiting for the dying moment
When souls seek the light
Then with darkness in sight
A noise they bring with them
Down onto heads, as they smash their way below
Forcing, driving away the good that was once human

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