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Those Who Cannot Clean Up the Mess

This poem sharply questions those who initiate wars yet fail to take responsibility for the consequences. It portrays how reckless decisions by those in power, combined with intrigue and ambition, escalate conflicts under the banners of national prestige and political justification. Within the shifting tensions of the Middle East and international politics, it is always soldiers and civilians who bear the cost of war, while deception and desire operate behind the scenes. The poem challenges those who support such wars to confront their own sense of ethics and asks who will raise the voices of anti-war, nonviolence, and peace. It is a powerful indictment of the dangers of loyalty to irresponsible power.

  

Those Who Cannot Clean Up the Mess

 

Those who caused the trouble themselves

cannot clean up the mess.

 

When it becomes too much to handle,

they push the responsibility onto others.

They rarely consider the harm they cause.

 

Even when the situation turns against them,

they know well how to disguise it.

Shifting blame is their habitual tactic.

The clumsy aftermath of reckless planning stands out.

 

A war begun as if it were a game—

an assassination plot exploiting a moment of trust

while the United States negotiated with Iran.

The Middle East, swirling with intrigue and greed,

rapidly plunged into deeper crisis.

 

Failing to topple Irans government,

they instead inflame national pride.

With nothing held back, they launch a counteroffensive.

An oil war that shakes the global economy intensifies.

 

Crude oil transported through the Strait of Hormuz—

seventy percent destined for four countries:

China, India, Japan, and South Korea.

Except for India, requests are made

for naval escorts.

 

On the nineteenth, Japans prime minister

will meet the U.S. president.

He will likely accept with a smile

the request to dispatch the Self-Defense Forces.

Security assurances and legal grounds

will be justified through interpretations

of collective self-defense.

 

The reckless escalation of combat

by the United States and Israel—

their vision of a puppet regime collapses

and the conflict sinks into a quagmire.

 

Each side, convinced that its own god will grant victory,

offers human lives as sacrifice.

 

Can we remain indifferent

in this chaotic world situation?

What is truly gained

by stepping over each others corpses?

 

It is the reckless judgment of the mad

that should be condemned.

 

Those who rally beneath the banner

of a nations honor in war—

the cause has already vanished,

overflowing with deception.

 

Loyalty to those

who cannot clean up the aftermath

is nothing but hypocrisy.

 

Who will raise the voice of anti-war?

Who will speak the voice of nonviolence?

Who will deliver the voice of peace?

 

For whom does war truly exist?

 

Those who take part in war—

examine the last fragment of ethics that remains.

 

Is it a cowardly heart

that begs forgiveness from God?

 

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