Modern Warfare Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Above the trenches, humming low,
A different war begins to flow.
No muddy boots in fields of pain,
The drone's eye watches, in sun and rain.

Old battles fade, a distant cry,
As wings of metal fill the sky.
No longer lines of men who charge,
But signals beamed, a digital marge.

From tiny birds to hawks so grand,
They strike with force, across the land.
A tank, a truck, a building's shell,
Or ships that sail, they know them well.

A constant race, to learn and grow,
With clever code, and AI's flow.
To make them faster, smarter, keen,
The best defense, a drone unseen.

For lands attacked, or nations sore,
This silent weapon, asks for more.
The future fights, with whirring blade,
A drone's new world is now displayed.

T.M.Solvang