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Whispers and Words #19 | The Fake Gods

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In ancient times,
Driven by tribal mentality
And resource scarcity,
War was more commonplace
For the fragmented societies.
But every life a person took,
It stayed with him,
Their last exchange weighed on him.

The grand accomplishment
Of modern times
Is humanity's greatest failure,
Weapons that erase
Thousands in one blow,
A quick way to win a war.
Now the wars simmer, not blaze,
Diplomacy stokes the endless forge.
When you have an abundant population,
The body count doesn't hurt
If distributed over a period of time,
A mere handful at a time.

I see all the wise men
Gathered once again,
Chest-thumpers and squabblers,
Who never reach a conclusion,
Because a war is only glorious,
When it's prolonged and hard to win.

Gods are children of misery.
So are these wise men,
Risen in the same way,
From the anguish of countless devotees,
Clinging to the dreams of better days.

These fake Gods must go.
We already have a pantheon of originals.
Not to forget the third-eye wonder,
One blink, and...
Everything blows up in smithereens.

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A war poem for... peacetime, I think? Is it peacetime?
How did it make you feel? Leave a comment.



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