The Bomb It Falls The Bullet It Flies Poem by Dorsey Baker

All these years
Man still at war with himself
Still at war with one another
Still don't know how to
Be at peace with himself
Be at peace with
One another

War never ends
Because before one war
Is gone another one
Always comes

Killing is killing!
Whether its with
Bombs
Whether it's with guns

And when you go to war
Somebody kills!
Somebody dies!
Murder is killing
That just cannot be justified!
The bomb it falls
The bullet it flies