Drone Poem by T.V. John Langworthy

We don’t worship no golden bull
We follow the golden rule
We defend against attack
Come on, Santa, we want our drone back

We want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back

In every life, rain must fall
Life’s a beach, and then you die
Smile and the world smiles with you
You’ll be alone, if you cry

But we want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back

From the desserts,
From the marshes
Over hills and over dales
We like to get emails

But come on Santa
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
(instrumental bridge)
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone back

We’re a melting pot
with all kinds of voices
We’re looking forward
to what rewards us

But come on now
We want our drone back
We want our drone back
We want our drone