Silent Eyes of War and Waveforms of Terror

                                            
                           In shadows above, the drones take flight,

Psychopathic whispers buzz through the night.

A peeping Tom with a titan's gaze,

Infrared secrets inside a home his technicolor screen ablaze


" Inside their walls, I watch them live,

Their quiet despair is the pain I give.

With energy waves and a phantom’s caress,

I can twist their fate with invisible stress.


I am a vampire of trauma in this dystopian sky,

Betrayal and bullying—here no one’s shy.

Like demons of madness that haunt and sear,

Each moment recorded fills me with cheer.


I dance on the edge of their screams,

Exploring dark realms and their shattered dreams.

Immigrant and minorities' stories caged by my might,

They tremble beneath my cold, distant sight.


Sexism/ racism drips my waves penetrate their wall,

As danger and darkness in their lives befall.

Anxiety festers; hopelessness roams,

Fear grips the hearts that once called it home.


Who’s safe from me? Who shall remain?

In this twisted court where innocence drains.

I relish the terror—a masterful game,

In silence of the war I wage, no one to blame.

Their transgressions in shrouded design;

Through infra sound’s whispering touch I weave

Designing punishment blind and malign;

With my invisible waves even the cops I deceive


Oh, the burdened souls beneath me twist;

To me they're foes, casting shadows at light,

To be our slaves and puppets- they dare to resist,

Waging wars with words, yet doomed for strife.

The hardworking minority man? To me a demon's spawn;

A mere breath against tyranny brings his doom,

Dare not express the pain from dusk until dawn—

I'll torture you as terrorists in your own room. "

 




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