This poem reflects on the spreading
chain of hatred that grows in a world unable to stop brutal wars. Even when the
battlefield lies far away, distorted information, irresponsible rhetoric, and
the tendency to speak of war as if it were a game intensify anger, disgust, and
helplessness within people’s hearts. The poem questions
not only political leaders but also societies that tolerate such realities or
remain indifferent to them. It calls on readers not to turn away from reality,
to confront the roots of anger and hatred, and to resist being carried along by
manipulated narratives. Ultimately, it stands as a warning against the
cowardice of indifference.
“The Proliferation of Hatred”
People unable to stop a brutal war—
for some reason, we feel anger
even greater than toward the leaders who
began it.
Resentment rises toward countless strangers
we will never meet.
For some reason, an unforgivable hatred
emerges.
People who speak of horrific realities
as if they were a game—
for some reason, we feel anger
even greater than toward the politicians
standing at the front.
Disgust grows toward their calm, cold
attitudes.
For some reason, an unbearable suffocation
fills the heart.
People who casually distort distant battles
as victories—
for some reason, we feel anger
even greater than toward those who panic at
the enemy’s counterattack.
Cowards among nations
who join the war without calling it unjust.
For some reason, an uncontrollable rage
arises.
People too incompetent to foresee the end—
for some reason, we feel anger
even greater than toward soldiers fighting
with desperate resolve.
The illusion of a short war collapses,
and the tragedy of a deepening quagmire
appears.
For some reason, our hearts tremble
with the grief of fathers and mothers.
People who drag the world into turmoil
and disrupt the global economy—
for some reason, we feel anger
even greater than toward leaders who shift
the blame for war.
A sense of guilt grows
toward the peaceful lives we enjoy far from
the front.
For some reason, our hearts break
under the weight of helplessness.
We must not turn our eyes away from
reality.
Let us face the roots of anger and hatred.
We must not surrender ourselves
to distorted manipulation of information.
Let us refuse to grow accustomed
to accepting and tolerating it.
We must not leave a society of inaction
unattended.
Let us warn ourselves
against the cowardice called indifference.
Written March 16, 2026.
A record of a world shaken by the turmoil
of the Middle East.