Keep Dropping

The bombs keep dropping,
people keep dying and fighting
for their home land.

So much confusion, tears, pain
we better leave our land called

The haters shoot women, children,
young and old because the soldiers
are doing what they're told.

By a mad man living like a king who
who tells others what to do or else
they will pay a price with their life.

The bombs keep dropping, heros
keep fighting to the end to save their
homes in their homeland.


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This is about Russia invading and bombing Ukraine.