Falling Skies Poem by James McLain

To be safe from falling fears from the sky.
Drones so high you need a special eye just to see them fly.
Life and death in the palm of his hands,
Coming back around for a second pass.

Freedom is not free what would a dictator know about any of this?
A pound of flesh is a pound the world around.
One of these day's a chip will be in our children's head's.
Numbered like the beast that gives them their daily bread.