“The Folly of War”

War is no thriller show, no game’s delight,
We laugh through screens, blind to its fright.
The arms dealers’ greed fuels this cruel plight,
Profits soar, while suffering takes flight.

War’s global scheme seizes the market’s reign,
Holding governments in a tightening chain.
Health and education budgets torn,
Joblessness and injustice rise, forlorn.

Farmers and youth in debt’s despair,
Rulers march to war beyond repair.
Life’s true struggles fade in war’s roar,
This war’s not ours, but profit’s core.

Not at borders, but greed we must fight,
True foe within, market’s ruthless might.
Our kin and friends, laborers’ sons, fall,
While others reap profits, claiming all.

A system we built, where workers wield
Not arms, but tools in a peaceful field.
Where students shape their futures in school,
Not bombs, but knowledge as their tool.

A new world order, where tools, not arms,
Where harvests bloom, free from alarms,
No caste, no creed, no greed’s cruel race,
But human bonds are in a warm embrace.

Let concord break old hatred’s spell,
And unity in hearts shall dwell.
This path will lead us, hand in hand,
To forge a just and peaceful land.