Private journal of Jefferey Dronehmer (Operator of the predator / reaper drones for US targets))

           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,...

                                                                                         In social media, a minority man dared speak, His own ideas he'd post, mainstream thoughts critique An immigrant, he thought he had freedom of speech He hadn't realized the unwritten protocol he should never breach   The rulers conspired behind cloistered walls, They saw in him danger; their tyrant’s call. A cabal of shadows with power amassed, Turned whispers of free thought to daggers cast.   “Look! He shows anger; he swerves past the lines,” Circus of scoffers carved tales from mere signs. With fabrications that flourished like weeds, They spun him a villain from innocent seeds.   A 700-page tome on a life liv...

Predator Swarm Rises commanded by the Dark Conclave  In shadows deep, where demons feast, A dark conclave spun their web of fraying silk, A tapestry of silent dread, Accusations drip like poison milk  No trial, no voice, no chance to plead, The watchers decide whose soul to bleed. A charge unseen, a punishment veiled, Against their power, all truth has failed. Voices wail in the echoing hall Demented hate for the muslim or minority who had the gall Law abiding citizen in this country he may have been With a contrary opinion above the crowd, his head was seen Injustice wraps its icy cloak, As darkness feasts on hatred's delight, The vampires of the night do call forth, Jet powered predator drones readied for flight In the cloak of night where silence reigns, Predator swarm of Jefferey Dronehmer rise for terror campaigns Thermal eyes like embers, high resolution soulless gaze, Infra sound and energy beam weapons carried in its bays In shadows cast by a thousand eyes, Unseen dron...

                                                                                   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' storie...

   A drone hums high in the merciless sky,   A prison guard grins, watching souls die.   One wears a uniform, the other a screen,   Yet both take pleasure in the suffering unseen.   The Nazi prison guard, his whip in hand,   Took pride in breaking the weak on command.   Inflicting pain, tearing flesh apart,   For the crime of a faith, for the crime of a heart.   The drone pilot now, in his dark-lit room,   Fires waves that blister, that burn and consume.   Neck, head, and chest—no mark, no trace,   Yet pain and suffering twists on the victim’s face.   Electromagnetic storms, unseen fists,   Damaging organs, coiling like mist.   Radiation dances, bruises bloom,   Yet the drone operator sits smug in his cozy room.   Or worse—the hand that never appears,   Reaches with sound to mock and leer.   Infrasou...

Technical background on the poem: Remotely manipulating objects through barriers like walls or floors could involve the use of directed energy weapons (DEWs) that emit concentrated electromagnetic waves or high-power microwaves. These DEWs can penetrate non-conductive materials, potentially allowing for remote interaction with objects or individuals within a structure..  One theoretical application is the use of high-power microwave (HPM) systems, which emit electromagnetic radiation capable of coupling into targets through unintended pathways such as seams or apertures precisely controlling the frequency and amplitude of these waves, it's conceivable to create simulating the effect of a physical touch or grasp.  Another avenue involves the use of ultrasonic waves, which have been explored for creating tactile sensations in mid-air focusing ultrasonic waves at a point in space, it's possible to generate a sensation of touch, allowing users to 'feel' virtual objects with...

 Technical background on the poem: Remotely manipulating objects through barriers like walls or floors could involve the use of directed energy weapons (DEWs) that emit concentrated electromagnetic waves or high-power microwaves. These DEWs can penetrate non-conductive materials, potentially allowing for remote interaction with objects or individuals within a structure.. One theoretical application is the use of high-power microwave (HPM) systems, which emit electromagnetic radiation capable of coupling into targets through unintended pathways such as seams or apertures precisely controlling the frequency and amplitude of these waves, it's conceivable to create simulating the effect of a physical touch or grasp. Another avenue involves the use of ultrasonic waves, which have been explored for creating tactile sensations in mid-air focusing ultrasonic waves at a point in space, it's possible to generate a sensation of touch, allowing users to 'feel' virtual objects witho...