A Silent Warcry

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Pick your battles,
they say.  
Why pick them,  
when war was never my will? I said.  

Choose your opponents wisely,
they say.  
Why should we,  
when we can simply divide and rule? I answered.  

Fight for what you believe in,
they say.  
Why fight,  
when we can respect each other’s choices? I questioned.  

Strength and valour
are the pride of our kin,  
they say.  
If we value our kin,  
why wage war? I retorted.  

Do not give in too quickly,
be the last one standing,  
they say.  
Why not learn  
to honour one another? I responded.  

It’s either life or death,
they say.  
Why not just  
live and let live? I replied.
  

Wear your scars as medals
they say.  
Why would someone  
scar themselves for life? I reflected.  


The world will sing your praises
and tell tales of our victory,  
they say.  

But whose victory  
is it truly—  
mine or theirs? I pondered.  

There shall be peace
after the war,  
they say.  
Why choose war when all we desire is peace? I realised.  


In reality...

True battles are those that happen  
within us,  
between the mind and the heart,  
both in constant combat.  

Seeking the road to oblivion,  
An escape to nothingness,  

Away from the battle cries  
And the clashing of swords,  

Away from spite and greed,  
Away from the futility of conflict,  
Away from the reality of today.  

In the quest for peace,  
so elusive, so scarce,  

And—

when we find solace,  
may we unite with universal grace. 
 





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