The Waste Of Life Poem by Ken Barrett

The child was weeping in her mothers arms
Amongst the chaos surrounding them
As the war created so much harm
With all the suffering and mayhem

A father dies for no rhyme or reason
Fighting a cause for some rich men's greed
To have spoken out would have been treason
Affecting all the pockets to feed

A family mourns the loss of a son
From the bombs that fell from up above
As cynicism starts to overrun
Many happy lives become undone

Beginning to end, it was all a waste
Countless people homeless and displaced