It Seems To Me Poem by Stanley Cooper

It seems to me
Things aint quite right
The world’s in a mess
And I’m up half the night
Worrying
About those we are burying

It seems to me
With our bombing ballistics
The thousands we bury
Become just statistics

It seems to me
And their moms, dads and wives
Those poor dead souls
Deserved longer lives

It seems to me
Those lives we have nullified
Is testament that
This war can’t be justified

It seems to me
Things aint quite right
The world’s in a mess
And I’m up half the night
Worrying
About those we are burying