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 Iran’s 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, Japan’s 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 other’s corpses?
It is the reckless judgment of the mad
that should be condemned.
Those who rally beneath the banner
of a nation’s 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?