Boom, boom
Explosions sound
A birds around
Dropping pellets
Running screaming, the people say
Please stop dropping, for just today
Prayer unanswered, crops destroyed
Beauty now rendered, a lifeless void
Pilot smiles, his job well done
Onto the next town, he found it fun
Medals and glory await his return
All he has to do, is make people burn
Cry and scream, the good it will do
Bird drops the pellets, gone are you
Simple command, life in hand
They say to stand but we can't fight
Bird chooses death and bird is right
All for the money.....is that not tight?