Deliberate genocide
Mass bombings
Starvation
Innocent souls unrooted from their bodies on ruthless fields,
their names buried beneath smoke and steel

In this day and age,
how dare we spit
on the rights our ancestors
bled to protect?

A game of chess
where kings don’t fall,
but pawns do

A venomous snake,
striking
without warning,
sinking its fangs
into futures not yet lived

Mothers tremble,
at every breath their children take
Children cry,
for fathers swallowed by the frontlines
Brothers bleed and fall
in battles with no mercy at all

You know the pain of 1950
You’ve heard the echoes of 1974
So tell me—
is there reason enough
to trade breath for bullets?
To trade peace for power?

They are silenced helplessly—
not by choice,
but by the greed of rulers
who will never feel the cost

They are unmoved, apathetic
about your family
about your friends
Only their throne,
built from bones of the blameless

War does not restore order
It breeds hatred—
an infection passed
from parent to child
like a poisoned lullaby

But it grieves me to admit,
and pains my soul to acknowledge that
for thirty-two nations,
war isn’t history
It’s now
It’s morning
It’s dinnertime
It’s the lull between two airstrikes

So tell me—
do you still think war is worth it?
Or are you just
trying to justify
your cruelty?