An Electronic Type of Being

Below the surface of the Mediterranean Sea,

lurks a technocrat’s stealthy war machine.

From this platform toward the air, I can now break free.

A engine of destruction, an electronic type of being.

My shrouds pop off, my wings come out,

all my ‘tronic system have come on line.

My cursed targets life is now in doubt,

as my calculated course to it I find.

I cruise really low in your dark sky.

I streak just over your upturned heads.

Your aerial defenses I will defy.

My destructive force you will dread.

To each plotted way point, I proceed.

My target time on Earth is finite.

When in my mission I succeed,

the crater I destruct will be quite a sight.

My target I now see; I arc high in the sky.

Screaming down I now be, to the final destination.

My explosive end has come it’s my turn to die.

I’m a destructive message from our angry nation.