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Once It Begins

This poem confronts the recurring folly of war and military intervention. It is a stern warning to those in power who justify violence in the name of justice or security without learning from history. Once the machinery of force is set in motion, it cannot easily be stopped. Before sinking into that quagmire, the poem urges us to return to history and to the dignity of humanity.

 

Once It Begins

 

Once it begins, it sinks into a quagmire—

the fate of those who learn nothing from Afghanistan.

 

To redraw spheres of power invites fierce resistance—

the lawlessness of those who learn nothing from Russias blunders.

 

Threats and violence estrange the human heart—

the fanaticism of those who learn nothing from Americas arrogance.

 

To annihilate an enemy said to threaten peace—

the suspicion of cowards who cannot stand on a righteous path.

 

Retaliation escalates—

the madness of those who learn nothing from the grief called collateral damage.

 

Innocent lives wrapped into numbers of casualties—

the rapture of those unmoved by the coldness of statistics.

 

Words that justify invasion are base—

the conceit of those who never learn truth.

 

Public sentiment steered toward approval—

the vanity of those who learn nothing from the vulnerable.

 

Forever triumphant, forever plundering—

the embellishment of those who learn nothing of altruism.

 

Losing ethics and condoning wrongdoing—

the downfall of those who learn nothing of humanism.

 

Wielding propaganda to tighten control—

the blind devotion of those who learn nothing from history.

 

Once it begins, there is no reset—

the wandering of those who never learned how to end it.

 

(Written March 2, 2026. A call to remain vigilant and not be deceived.)

 

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