Does this poem express the futility of warfare?

At the Setting of the Somme

Scorched and torched the bloodied, grieving soil,

where mangled corpses sprawl in no man's land,

felled by the rapid fire from gunners blitz.

Brave men advancing blindly to their foe,

onwards pass their brothers left in death,

they sacrifice their lives, they give their all.

All hell on earth as terror grips their minds,

this carnage we recall brings home its stain,

seared in our hearts such slaughter weeps in pain.

One hundred years ago, lest we forget,

red bleeds our wounded sky in deep respect

and sinking sun weighs heavy with my shame.