Anti War Poem by Brian Ely

The bombs drop
Dirt falls on a soldier's helmet
A child cries
His mommy is dead
Booted feet walk on by
Every baby and their mother's cry
As the soldiers walk by

Bullets flying in the air
Could someone help teach
The officers to care
Life should be fair
Time all are fully aware
One world to share
Can't have bullets flying in the air
Or pretty soon it just won't be there
Woe to all who dare
To send bullets flying through the air
Where would we be it the earth weren't here?
Time for the cure
Or there won't be a here