"Kettle Drones"
Flesh burns below hot kettle drones.
Looked like a dog, but it might have been a child baby.
Ordered not to make waves when I told the superior's superior.
Played in a party that got me drunk and forgot about it.
Quit the air force and headed to Oklahoma.
Killed thousands that I never saw.
That's what I was told.
I sent many a drone.
Now I live in a home in Keystone, Oklahoma.
Protected my kids, now I will farm my land.
Like the farmers of Pakistan and Afghanistan.
That is those who are alive.
Cultivating poppies for our soldiers.
By Jonathan Billet
01/24.2014
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