Where They Come From?

Bullet or a bomb Both are blind and numb Wall or a roof Body or a soul Wherever they hit They make a pit Make all foul Trees and flowers People like towers Concrete or soil Plastic or foil Glass or lumber In no time they spoil Scenes of love Peace and dove They aim to destroy Happiness and joy Whenever they explode It's life they erode Flesh and blood Spills like flood Limbs are found Spread on the ground Menfolk, womankind, Progenies altogether bind Innocent or cunning Waking or slumbering Standing or running Genius or goof Seek no proof Make no distinction Just one single shot Puts the whole world On the verge of extinction!