What is War?
It’s easy to describe war from the winning bench,
A righteous effort to uphold the rights of the people.
But if you lean in close you’ll probably smell the stench,
Of corruption, greed, control, and egos.
Like sheep through the gates of a meadow,
We follow the leader; keep our minds closed, eyes shut, and our heads low.
Ignoring the innocent lives, children’s cries, and violation of freedoms we hold so dear,
Because a label of terror strikes us deaf with fear.
In a blind rage we charge ahead
Avenging our fallen comrades with piles of innocent dead,
Fear not though of regret, they’re all the same,
They probably would have killed each other anyway.
It’s easy to describe war from the winning bench,
But ethnocentric views won’t last.
Only when we open our minds, raise our heads, and visualize how war is from the other side,
Will we avoid falling victim to the past.
The answer then to the question of war,
War is Beauty, and Beauty, War.
If you think about it, this is the definition we’ve been fighting for.