What Was The Point Poem by James Comerford

When a child is killed in war?
What crosses your mind when continents are
ravaged by plague
Or the peace we seek cannot be found!

As my mother lies dieing in my arms,
can you not see the pain, the quizzical looks
the answers we seek, the tears we shed
Her life ebbing away.as she lays in bed.

What was the point of the life you gave us lord,
if you take it away so easily.
As you did your sons
what was the point i need to know?