Poems about war

I read "War is Kind" by Stephen Crane (1899). I disagree with the poem. I don't think war is kind and that there's nothing you win out of it other than death and pain for others...and I think war gets you no where.

In a multimodal sense, I can see a man wearing worn out clothes and carrying a gun, wounded, stumbling on the river with his hand on his heart and taking his last breath and falling dead to the shallow water.

"Because your father tumbles in the yellow trenches,
Raged at his breast, gulped and died" (line 13,14)