A New Kind Of War Poem by Esselebor Ebhojie

Policies in planes
Flown across the world
When the weeping rains
It still isn't enough
Those who die
Did they get to think
Maybe they shouldn't have been
In the street
If we can remember how it was long ago
These babies in uniform
Wouldn't want to go
A parcel is compensation
For our sons
Yet we aren't tired of the sun

It's just a new kind of war
They only make bombs
When it ain't in your yard
A new kind of war
There ain't no wrong
Till you are misunderstood