There's no passion in my yearning
There's no joy but great desire
My lips want a simple kiss

Whose hand will take my soul away
He's dressed in black and his hand holds my cheek
My eyes will meet his coals

His face is near so close to mine
His warm breath, like spring, flowers my face
My eyes close to midnight

My rosy cheeks have grown lilies
And his lips have pressed on mine
Our lips feel so warm

All my troubles I leave behind
I take his hand in mine
Death and I: together

Target acquired,no pulse required,
my soul is steel,I fly bi wire,
no regrets,well maybe from my operator,
PTSD - but not for me,
cause the dogs of war fly constantly

Is it a bird,is it a plane,no its easy to see,
the new Dog's of war all UAV's ,
drone attacks burn skin to ash
no liability or culpability-reliability is first task,
Mobility,agility,show human fragility,
through a mobile cam like a video game,
take life and ruin life,machine's don't feel pain
or shame or any sort of human dross,
to me a human life is an " acceptable loss "
so if you see my wings best to hug the floor,
Cause there's no Escaping **THE DOGS OF WAR