Why is war?

A question for the wisest.

The useless show of blood, and gore,

to who will be held the highest.

The land received is never held,

for it will be attacked in years to come.

And then will ring, the funeral bells

with the constant clinking of guns.

I know not how much our world can take

with the constant bombs that make it quake.

So when our world can no longer give out,

It will end like a war, with fear and shouts.