1914 – A Sonnet

In those fields, where dandelions were red
And piercing screams filled the night with agony,
Those heartbroken animals thought with dread
How war was, beyond doubt, a tragedy.
Nations clashed on insubstantial ideas
While those who fought took their ultimate rest,
They looked through the poisonous haze,
Sending them to their final abode, by the Lord, blessed.
They died, nine point seven million died
All because of those in charge, who didn’t care,
Who let them suffer while families cried
O’er their friends who could no longer breathe the same air
They died, they all died, because of you,
You supported this idiocrity, they died because of you.