drones

Drones
The agreeable weather persists and worries me
sitting in the yard trying to read the papers
but hand cramps prevent me
Two flies are circling could be miniature 
drones spying on me, could it be the people
in the Guardian who have asked me for money
the last twenty years
there are millions of drones, swarms like clouds
on a hazy mirror, an early morning
Every government has drones, and calls it
securities, a word loaded with falsehood 
when they want to control everyone 
In Iran, they have moral police with drones 
checking to see if women in their gardens
wear veils and cover up their arms
Here in the West, drones take lewd photos 
of us and demand money to have them 
erased 
The drone pair has disappeared, this makes
me annoyed, so I'm not worth spying on
is that it?