We have to blow each other up; it seems to be our bent.
Explosions are the way we want to win an argument.
Nobody ever said a bomb was too expensive, so
we make 'em better all the time -- soon reaping what we sow.
I think I'd like to build a bomb that detonates with food,
to feed the hungry millions that upon our planet brood;
a shell that spreads goodwill and cheer I'd fire frequently,
or one that only decimates a health infirmity.
I'd strafe the world with flowers and get rid of sticks and stones,
using military might to spray cologne with drones . . .
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