Bombs and Bullets

Blistering bombs and bullets,
Bombarding the allies’ land,
Breaking the little farming land.

Cold and alone they stand,
Weeping hand in hand.
Soldiers bleeding as they stand,
Shouting out for a hand.

Bullets flying frantically,
Fighting for freedom,
Slicing everything in sight.

But now it’s over,
There’s nothing left to see,
So bye to the bullets,
The bullets and the bombs.