A promised date with death...
For those celebrated to have valor,
And honor.
With a courage to protect,
Aspects of their interests.
To eventually be praised by those,
Who shop for new clothes.
Just to appear as patriotic as possible.
What does any war win?
A release of egos...
That are temporarily free,
To intoxicate insecurities!
With an eye on starting other conflicts.
And hyped promotions to campaign,
In a glorified propaganda that drains resources...
To feed appetites to defend one's rights.
Even though orbiting probes and satellites,
Can detect a fly on a brick wall...
In the darkest of nights!
What does any war win?
An opportunity for the victor to express,
A hightened ignorance joyously!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hightened ignorance the spoils of war