Our hands Make many things Because our minds Direct them We can make Peace With our hands And our hearts We make love With our hands And our hearts And we Make bombs. We make bombs. Our minds Can conjure Many things. We think Of many things And so I cannot help but wonder Why our minds would want to Stumble Into war. And yet We do. And we make bombs: Yes we make bombs. But we Cannot make a flower Or create a higher power But if we did. Would it help us make a bomb? To drop on little children Innocent And unprotected Would we kill? Because we do…. Our hearts are beating things And yes our minds Conceive of things That if we stopped and thought about them We would surely just reject them But our history Is clear And We’ve made death A thing that’s near And so I wonder Why That Is? Our hands Make many things Because our minds Direct them We make Peace With our hands And with our hearts We make love With our hands And with our hearts And we Make bombs. Yes we make. Bombs. Yes. We make bombs. I wonder why that is?
