As the missiles fly
and the innocent die,
they expect us to look away.
To stare at the fire in the sky
while the truth burns quietly
behind closed doors.
Children cry in the rubble.
Grandmothers clutch photographs.
Fathers dig through dust
for the hands they once held.
And somewhere far from the smoke
men in suits pound podiums
and call it strength.
But we see you.
We see the pattern—
the noise, the chaos, the fury—
a storm of headlines
meant to drown the questions.
War becomes the curtain.
Fear becomes the script.
Power becomes the mask.
While those who rule
pretend innocence
and hide behind flags
and armies
and endless speeches about greatness.
But the people are not blind.
We are tired of the games.
Tired of the lies.
Tired of watching leaders gamble
with the lives of strangers
to protect their own power.
You send the young to die
so the old men in power
never have to answer.
You ignite the world
so no one will look
at the shadows behind you.
But hear this clearly:
War will not bury the truth.
Bombs cannot silence it.
Missiles cannot outrun it.
The dead cry louder
than any speech.
And someday
when the smoke clears
and the cameras turn back
toward the halls of power—
you will not be able to hide.
Not behind armies.
Not behind flags.
Not behind the fires you started.
Because the world is watching now.
And we demand
truth.
We demand
accountability.
And we demand
that the powerful stop
sacrificing humanity
to protect themselves.
No more wars of distraction.
No more blood for your secrets.
The people are awake.
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