Both Huxley and Orwell would emit a sigh,
If they beheld an artificial drone:
The Savage once again would wish to die
And Winston see he’ll never be alone.
As for myself, I share these grave emotions,
When strolling close to jackals on natural ground
And watching birds perform their graceful motions,
If comes a man-made drone to buzz around.
Some hi-tech zealot with Pandoran tools
Is lording over everything in view;
A brave new worldly Big Brother, whom fools
Applaud for showing kids what they could do.
Alas! Not only are drones deadly in war,
In “peace” sweet solitude they fatally gore.
Ramat Gan
2 September 2024