This poem sounds a warning against the
expansion of military power and the justification of arms exports by looking
directly at the ongoing conflicts in the Middle East. Wars often begin in the
name of national defense or justice, yet what remains in the end are destroyed
cities, the bodies of civilians, and the cries of children. The poem calls on
us to witness the reality produced by the cycle of violence. It questions how
lightly human lives are treated behind the calculations and interests of
nations.
Watch Carefully
Those who increase defense spending in the
name of national security—
watch the struggle between Iran, the United
States, and Israel.
One day the ammunition will run out.
One day the supply lines will falter.
Cities will be utterly destroyed.
Beneath the rubble lie the bodies of
citizens.
The cries of children remain in the
silence.
Those who rush to arm themselves in the
name of self-defense—
burn the grief of the Middle East into your
eyes.
One day the leaders will die.
One day the noble cause will betray itself.
Religion will fail to save people and
instead give birth to hatred.
History will judge with cold severity.
Regret will be forced upon us—one for every
dead soul.
Those who shout “national
interest” while selling weapons—
witness the widening battlefield of the
Middle East.
One day retaliation will come.
One day resistance will be unavoidable.
The human desire to dominate becomes
uncontrollable.
Those who are ruled fall into blind belief
and obedience.
The painful backlash points the way to a
nation’s ruin.
Those who try to judge the situation calmly—
look closely at the reality where even
diplomacy in the Middle East is cast aside.
Even the hope of “someday” will be cut off.
The expectation of “someday” will return to nothing.
All efforts are spent on eradicating the
enemy so it cannot reignite.
Underground resources are hunted and
stolen.
State-driven killing and plunder—
that is the true nature of war.