Topic: The Illusion of Glory
I hope this makes sense my take on war as something created mostly by the corrupt and powerful on both sides.
I don't have an answer this is just my overview while not taking any sides on anything going on.
The Illusion of Glory
When whispers linger, cold as steel,
They preach of wars, a necessary deal.
A dance of death, they call it fate,
Yet in its hands, we find only hate.
“Holy wars,” they chant with pride,
But who is saved when innocents die?
Behind high walls where the powerful play,
The everyday soul has no say.
A tale spun sweet like honeyed verse,
While sorrow's shadow leads us to worse.
With each life lost in this tragic state,
Serving hate upon a tarnished plate.
Can virtue rise from ashes and pain?
Or is every victim just blood in vain?
The narrative shaped by hands unseen—
Innocent hearts cast in shades of green.
So tell me again how war brings peace;
When "necessary evil" serves but to fleece.
With irony etched in each scar and tear,
True evil thrives while we simply adhere.