PanTiczer

Drones used to be fun novelty, and now?

Toys hummed high for play, kids grinned below. Now they hunt dark, strike silent from miles off.

No pilot sweat, just fire and fall. War took the wheel. Buzz turned grim.

We can build a bridge in the most difficult conditions, yet communication between two individuals seems to be beyond our means...

Steel spans ice rivers, wind howls, hands freeze—bridge stands. Words between us? Slip cold, bridge breaks unseen. Build simple. Speak plain. Cross anyway.