War

Those who wage wars
seek to erase the human being itself.

A few powerful faces hide in shadows
behind Ukraine–Russia, Gaza–Israel.
What do they truly gain—
even if they seize thrones and crowns?
By leveling neighborhoods,
crippling bodies,
and turning homes into ash,
they may capture cursed scraps of land.
But what they really lose
is the twenty-first century itself—
blood-soaked, disgraced.

In their madness,
they plant poison
in the minds of newborn generations.
In teenage brains
they embed the atoms of revolt.

They will be buried in history
as a few insignificant lines.
Yet their ideology
will keep burning the earth for centuries,
spreading
the stench of terror, frenzy, and war
again and again.

This war was never for us.
We never wished
to grow explosives among flowers.
When orders were signed
to bomb living towns,
our names were nowhere there.
Even the killers themselves
had no faces worth showing.
We died—
and our dreams died with us.

The deaf could not hear
the screams of dying humanity.
Those who preach peace for reward
were hiding in warm beds,
clutching white doves and olive branches.

In this hatred-filled world,
what can this broken, cheering day achieve?
I wish our ancestors
had built a better world.
My children,
if you can—
build a better one tomorrow.