Poetry about War

How come we fight for our survival yet die for others? 

Why do we command soldiers to kill their brothers?

What makes me think, why are we at war at all? 

What good comes out of seeing others fall?

Does it bring you joy, to kill someones mum or dad? 

Does the very thought of them being alive make you mad?

Why do we need to sort our problems out through fights?

Couldnt we talk about them, maybe more people could sleep at night?

Its not that simple though is it?

Can't you see we're tearing the world apart bit by bit?

No, you can't but everyone else can, why is that?

And who exactly are all these wars aimed at?

Can't we be at peace with one another,

and maybe learn to love each other?

I guess it can never be that simple can it?

But as a wise man once said, "you must pay for all the crimes you commit."