War for the poor

A bomb drops passing clouds with wind rushing sound,
as down below in a factory the target is found,
chemicals mix with impact to explode into flames,
destroying lives without ever knowing their names,
broken buildings collapse in the distance,
as planes fly over without any resistance,
covering the sky with engines loud,
as from far away the smoke just looks like a cloud,
broken metal with broken homes of brick,
soon the dead bodies make the living sick,
only the innocent suffer the true act of war,
making everyone rich join with the poor.