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Victory Is Justice

This poem confronts the cruel logic inherent in war—the belief that victory itself justifies everything.

No matter how inhumane, despicable, or merciless the acts may be, once victory is claimed, they are rewritten as justice. Through the fear, doubt, and moral collapse experienced by soldiers forced onto the front lines, the poem questions what war, as a system, ultimately strips away from human beings.

It is a work that demands we do not avert our eyes from the countless voices crushed beneath the rhetoric of victory.


“Victory Is Justice”

 

No matter how inhumane the acts committed,

No matter how despicable the schemes devised,

No matter how merciless the massacres carried out,

Victory is justice.

 

O soldiers driven into battle,

Even if courage is demanded, you cannot bring yourselves to kill.

Show caution, and your superior brands you a coward.

Judgments made by superiors with no combat experience are worthless.

Reckless decisions by such superiors only amplify the terror of death.

To expect situational analysis from them is nothing but a futile sacrifice.

 

O soldiers in the midst of combat,

You can neither refuse nor flee—you are forced to stand on the front line.

You come to know that this war is not worth wagering your life on, even for a moment.

You exist in a lawless zone where no one welcomes you.

 

O soldiers caught in the chaos of battle,

The only order given is to utterly annihilate the enemy.

Suspicion toward those issuing commands piles up without end.

Those who command cannot learn from failure—they are already broken.

 

O soldiers standing between life and death,

Listen to the voices of those slain, gasping in despair.

Listen to the cries of infants whose lives are cut short.

Listen to the voices of those buried alive beneath rubble, waiting for death.

And stare unblinking into the eyes of those as they die.

 

O soldiers who blindly revere and are manipulated by the invader,

The invader, safe in secure zones, postures as a hero, urging escalation without hesitation.

The invader loudly incites hollow honors and unreasonable courage.

Tormented by resentment and inferiority,

the invader tramples over heaps of corpses—enemy and ally alike.

 

Victory is justice.

Yet fallen soldiers have no grounds to believe in that victory.

Victory is justice.

Yet those who slaughter are branded as war criminals.

Victory is justice.

And so the tyrant’s dream of conquest shatters into pieces, ending in self-destruction.

 

 


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