A Cry from the War Zone: Stop Trading Lives for Profit
In solace, my soul
cries.
In solace, my heart
feels heavier.
In solace, my eyes
fill with tears.
I am not the only
soul living in constant fear and unhappiness. There are millions of us in the
war zone—clueless about our future, running from pillar to post for a loaf of
bread on one end, while fearing air strikes and shelling on the other.
My dear heads of
nations, dressed in suits and boots: stop your aggression. Stop killing in the
name of reclaiming what was lost or restoring peace. You are a disgrace to
mankind—winning elections only to sacrifice the innocent. More than
politicians, you are brokers for weapon manufacturers, and we are your guinea
pigs.
Stop this bloody,
corrupt game.
Start paying
attention to peace.
There is no end to
war. Every war breeds more wars and fills the pockets of those who sell
weapons—pockets you help line in exchange for your share, your commission.
Enough.
This
world does not need more rhetoric, more alliances, more borders.
It
needs peace, nothing more.
Stop your greed for
greater wealth at the cost of human lives.
Hear the cries not
just of my soul, but of millions.
And choose, for once,
humanity over power.
M.L. Narendra Kumar
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