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Wars Can't Be...

Wars Can't Be...

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Pen is mightier than sword they say

But it takes a sword for the person with a pen to be saved

Pick up weapons only for self-defense

But the best defense is said to be the offence

Independence wasn't won by merely writing letters

In this ideal world, weapons work a lot better.


We all want to live in peace

But it's only the soldiers who provide us that ease 

Wars can't be fought with words

Statements are only empty threats which are forgotten immediately after being heard

But violence only gives rise to violence

The only thing achieved by arms is silence.


Where people live in fear instead of dignity

An illusion of peace people are suppressed by malignity

Where fear of punishment is greater than the pride of law

Survival itself is grasping at straws

Where such a crusade only results in ruins and destruction

And in the course of time, people forget the concept of construction.


Wars are not won by weapons either

So what is the remedy if the correct way is neither!

The answer to this question

Is that there isn't the right solution

The thing people always conveniently forget

Is that there isn't winning in a war, only regrets

There might be a feeling of hallow accomplishment

But the end result is general impoverishment.


And is a piece of some inanimate land really worth all the lives lost?

Where the profit earned is always less than the lives cost…

But still, no one can deny wars however unnecessary

Are in fact very crucial and necessary…

War helps to win something which is priceless

Something that provides meaning to existence, which is otherwise lifeless

It's almost ironic how war reduces the value of life to dust and mud

But the price for freedom is always paid in ink, sweat, and blood… 


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