This morning I was watching the news and reflecting:
there are guys in expensive suits,
with whiskey in hand
and hands clean of blood,
who talk about glory,
about honor.
but they´ve never seen intestines
hanging from a tree
nor smelled fear steaming in the mud.
they talk about war like ordering
coffe light with sugar,
the word excites them
like a fool is excited
by an unloaded gun.
they think everything
can be fixed with bullets,
as if bullets were dreams,
because they don´t konw
what conflict really means.
they dont´t know how a severed leg
screams in the middle of dust.
they love war
because they think it wont´t touch
them.
they think it´s a movie
they think it´s destiny
they think it´s man´s business
while they keep eating well
and fucking their secretaries
in clean offices.
but war,
brother,
war is not for men.
war is for beasts.
and only a fool
ask to see it up close
without knowing
there´s no way back
when your dreams
reek of gunpowder and bones.
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Javier
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Comments (1)
So true! It feels like a scream for sanity. A haunting reminder that war isn't noble or cinematic. It’s bone-deep ruin, and your words make sure we don’t forget.✨