NROL 21 Eighty Sixed

In low orbit we strike defective satellite
Must die in flight this night
NROL 21/USA-193
Launched into the atmosphere
To remotely sense what we want to see
Crippled upon orbit, poor thing was a no go
And gravity is far reaching
It was descending ever so slow
With a thousand pounds of unused hydrazine fuel
And a payload of sensitive technology
We've got ourselves an expensive and dangerous mule
And the perfect target to display our accuracy
A missile defense cruiser fired a modified SM-3
Aimed directly at the fuel container
Vaporized and blown to smithereens
A bullet striking a bullet Algorithms employed
Reagan's dream is it realized?
SDI with which not to be toyed