the bombs rained down indiscriminately

before the war was over

the bombs rained down

indiscriminately

splashing into pieces of people

all over town

and some were running away

others down on their knees to pray

most with nothing more to say

but it didn't seem to stop the rain

there was suffering and too much pain

and too much hate 

no time to hesitate

no one could predict their fate

looking at the remaining crumbs on their only plate.

no good reason left to smile

when the bodies are heaped into an unmoving pile

smoking underneath the stones

buried skin and busted bones

burning flesh and the burning bush

each historic pull becoming a push

and there's no service beneath the setting sun

for escaping the angry, pointed gun

no childhood cry calms the disfigured sky

no single answer to answer why

before the war was over

the bombs rained down

indiscriminately

splashing into pieces of people

all over town

and some were running away

others down on their knees to pray

most with nothing more to say

but it didn't seem to stop the rain

there was suffering and too much pain

and too much hate 

no time to hesitate

no one could predict their fate

looking at the remaining crumbs on their only plate.