Poem for a Poet

Who do we write for, you and I,
 Do we know? just who and why?
“A poem for poets,” worth a try?
A challenge ; to leave wet each eye.
How best to do it – will it fly?
Or crash and burn from “ friendly fire.”
 
A poem of war! With growling tanks,
Or mighty warships with steel flanks
Or bombers circling, dropping death
As wounded soldier draws last breath.
The refugees clog roads from city
Homes all in flames, invoking pity.
 
But wars and death and refugees
Are now so common, no more please!
Once war’s depictions made bad dreams;
We turn away from victims' screams.
We cry no more for war’s death toll,
We’ve hardened hearts and armoured souls. ..

There is a meadow, sweet with flowers,
Where Tabatha, the Queen of Mieowers
 Had four cute kittens, but three died
Left blue-eyed Sammy, by her side.
The pair were happy, every way,
They hunted mice, had  time to play
 
Until one day an awful crunch
From eagle talon ; kitten lunch!
Now cat sits outside in the rain
I guess she'll never purr again
So, what did YOU make of all that
Upset at war, or just a cat?