Why Poem by Claire Abbott

Worthless destruction fills me with rage,
When will this stop? The hurt and the pain.
The loss of life, the toll grows every day,
How can we make this go away.

Fighting a war, in a foreign land,
No-one knows what its really about.
No-one cares and wants to be involved,
The mysteries of war, always unsolved.

The coffins keep coming, another life gone,
Draped in a flag, for their final journey.
Mothers weep, as they say goodbye,
Why have their sons had to die?