Warzone Skies

Warzone Skies

A dance of shadows, in warzone skies,
Where drones take flight, unseen and sly.
In Red Sea’s embrace, their wings take flight,
Released from Yemen’s clenched fist of might.

Beneath their gaze, innocent carriers tremble,
As chaos looms, and trade lines wane and crumble.
Through darkest nights, they breach the air,
A threat to all, with audacious flare.

With precision aim, the military strikes,
Defending their realms, against these airborne spikes.
Fate intertwines, as shots ring loud,
Cascading hopes, like stormy clouds.

In eerie whispers, war drums resound,
Unseen battles rage, where no peace is found.
In lands afar, ideologies collide,
Leaving innocent souls caught in the tide.

Yet amidst the sorrow, splendid and grim,
Hope lingers still, as warriors hymn.
For in the skirmishes, a world awakes,
To stand together, for the peace it takes.

So let us dream of skies serene,
Where drones find solace, and weapons unseen.
A world united, beneath a tranquil drape,
Where love and understanding share landscapes.