**Infestation of Rodents of the sky- Predator/Reaper Drones**

         

**Infestation of Rodents of the sky- Predator/Reaper Drones**

In shadows cast by iron wings, they glide,
Specters wrapped in stealth, the Reapers ride,
Predators, on silent wings, they prowl,
Like rodents—ever-watchful, sly, and foul.

Beneath their gaze, the wretched whispers grow,
Conversations torn asunder, thoughts laid low;
Eavesdroppers of our deepest fears, they scheme,
Spinning webs of dread—a dystopian dream.

These mechanized vermin, with circuits for souls,
Insatiable hunger gnawing at our roles,
Just as rats spread disease through filth and scorn,
So do these drones sow terror, unadorned.

Taxpayer dollars slither down their maws,
Feasting on civil liberties, they pause,
To craft grand fabrications spun from air,
Labeling dissenters as foes unaware.


Oh, harbingers of fear, with flames of spite,
Invisible pests, trafficking in the night;
With every tweet and tenuous thought contained,
Your thoughts are tangled, stigmatized, profaned.

Minority voices rise, and like a swarm,
The drones descend, a tempest’s twisted form,
Seeking, probing, to pin against the wall,
Those who dare speak truth, those who dare stand tall.

A tyrant’s tool, a defense contractor's delight,
Echoes of death drones dance in the quiet,
Evil embodied in their whirring flight,
Rotting the fabric of freedom by night.

We stand as shadows in the glare of their glow,
Resisting the onslaught, yet feeling the throe,
For just like a pack of disease-infested rats,
They’ll hound our every move, hiding in their flats.

No end in sight, this infestation remains,
As echoes of liberty shatter in chains;
Yet hope, a frail vessel, fights to be free,
Amidst the storm, it whispers, “You can’t cage me.”

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