It Is A War So Far Away Poem by Wanda Swim Strunk

It is a war so far away
It seems like another TV Show for the fall line up
For a moment feelings come about
When a picture of flagged draped coffin
Or a bandaged child is within view
But as soon as the newspaper closes
Or the Tv shuts off
So do the feelings
Minds wander back to the banal
Childrens sports schedules
Dry cleaning pick up
Lawn care
To the soldier
To the orphan
To the right fighter
Their worlds are blown up
Their innocence blown away
And constantly in their faces
In their minds for life
Bombs do not echo around the world
Huge conflicts simply become history to argue
Lives lost become statistics
What was the point of the war again?