From High

From high, I look down.

Who knows what I’ll see.

Things on the ground,

you cannot hide from me.

I see what you have made.

I see your army men set.

I see the things you’ve to trade.

Your secrets I will get.

I can see without light.

Your phone calls I can hear.

You can’t escape my sight,

as from high on you I peer.

I can count your assets,

as each one you move.

Each picture has the facets,

of all the things you do.

I’m hard to stop from space,

beyond the reach of most I be.

These facts are in your face.

You’re forced to agree.

What are you going to do?

I am the high spy.

Know I am watching you,

with my all-seeing eye.