Wondering wars

I’m running, running out of steam,
I’m almost there just a bit further.
It feels like climbing Mt Everest,
When it’s only fighting in war,
It hits the ground.
Leaving it on fire and smoky,
More than 100 people would’ve died just then.
I don’t know why we bother with wars,
But I sure don’t want anymore.
BANG. BOOM. CRASH,
There goes down another jet.
Having a slow and painful death,
Must be toucher,
I’m glad I’m not the lonesome one,
Laying in a hospital bed,
Although it could be better in there,
Since you not always being fired at,
And you’re not cold cause’ your under a mat.
But what I really want to know,
Is what the parents think at home?
There youngest son could be buried right now,
And there husband might be in hospital,
With the unthinkable death at his doorstep,
While there at home praying for family,
They may never, ever come home,
The men who didn’t want to go to war,
They’re in prison right now,
People at home probably calling them cows,
And to tell you the truth,
I’d rather be there right now!