War in Our Time

 

War in Our Time

I see children without homes,
dust where their laughter once lived.
Buildings fall like tired truths,
and the sky carries fire instead of hope.

Missiles write anger across the air,
in a world that already knows
War is not the answer.

Then where are the conversations?
Where are the voices that choose life?
In an age of AI and endless progress,
We return to the oldest failure
Destroying what we cannot control.

Lives reduced to numbers,
pain turned into strategy,
and somewhere, quietly,
War becomes a business.

Leaders pause, watch, and allow.
Power speaks.
The weaker bleed.

But when one nation breaks,
The whole world cracks
Can we not feel it?

Is this what greatness looks like?
A hunger for power that feeds on loss?

Why do we stay silent?
Why do we scroll past suffering?
Why don’t we step out, stand up,
and say; this is wrong.

Because somewhere along the way,
we forgot what it means to be human.

Even animals protect their own.
They know care.
They know balance.

And here we are
with all our intelligence,
still asking…

Who are we?