Why did we lose our minds?
War is not only fire
in the sky,
nor thunder of iron on trembling earth.
It is a fever in the human mind,
a storm where reason forgets its birth.
Flags rise like flames
in the wind,
voices roar louder than truth,
and somewhere beneath the marching drums
the silence of mothers is lost.
War is madness dressed
as glory,
a carnival of steel and smoke.
History writes its victories in ink,
but the soil remembers every broken bone.
The generals speak of
strategy,
the politicians promise honor,
but the graves whisper a different story—
that madness was crowned as king.
Yet after the cannons
grow silent
and the dust settles on shattered dreams,
humanity wakes from its nightmare
and asks the question no sword can answer:
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