Beware the rodents in the sky (Before the darkness fully devours...)

In the dead of night, when shadows creep, And silence reigns, and mortals sleep, A silent hum, a distant drone, A watchful eye, unseen, unknown. The Predator and Reaper fly, Their cameras peer, their sensors spy, On every move, on every sound, A constant watch, without a bound. Their operators, faceless, cold, With hearts of stone and stories untold, Sit in their cubicles, far away, And watch the world in disarray. They see our homes, our lives laid bare, Our secrets whispered on the air, Our every move, our every breath, A constant surveillance, a living death. The drones they fly, a silent threat, A constant fear, a constant dread, A shadow hanging overhead, A weight upon our hearts, a heavy tread. The night sky, once a peaceful sight, Is now a canvas, dark and night, Where drones like rats, with eyes of fire, Scour the land and fan the pyre. The Constitution, a tattered sheet, Torn and trampled, incomplete, As drones like vultures circle high,...