Sonnet To War Poem by soren Barrett

Put a beggar to fight a rich man's war
Cannon fodder made of the wretched poor
Boys bodies become a ladder to wealth
Lies spread, saying it's for the nation's health

Saying it's for freedom, others to save
Debt ransomed by an ignorant man's grave
The blood of the young and weak turned to gold
Riches are made on a poor man's life sold

Let congress, president and senators be
Like in past, front line of the infantry
To face the raging bullets, fire and flame
Feel shattered grief, pain and suffer the maim

Then just maybe, fewer wars would be fought
And a greater effort for peace be sought