Unadulterated insanity

 In oft-traversed, not-so-distant lands 

Power-hungry leaders roar their might, 

Unheeding of the world's condemning cries.

These ‘gentlemen’ care a hoot for human plight,

As thousands fall beneath unyielding skies.

Visibly ruthless forces, 

Stone-deaf to reasons' plea,

 Pursue their callous goals 

While innocents bleed.

Silent screams buried beneath the rubble

Of homes, hospitals, and schools

And deep anguish etched into the faces of the living.

Children's laughter, silenced by pain, 

Their futures shattered, lost to greed's gain.

Grim reapers- in uniform- marching with iron resolve.

Shadows of fallen comrades haunt the battlefield

The stench of decay and the cries of the wounded

Rent the fetid air

While lifeless eyes stare into the void of perpetuity.

Civilians - unwittingly caught in wars they did not make,

 Their lives - consumed in conflict's cruel fire,

 While pompous leaders- far from danger's line

 Partake in games of power, fanned by dark desire.

The world observes with bated breath.

Another World war in the offing? 

What does the future hold?

No one has a clue.

World leaders berate – some with veiled threats

Yet nothing more.

The truth obscured by the media's shifting veil, 

Economies eroded amidst these senseless wars,

While millions of fates are balanced on the scale.

Is this what the quatrains in "Les Prophéties,"

Predicted would happen? 

Or was the 16th-century seer

Attempting to read tea leaves in a hurricane? 

Can one or two decide the fate of a multitude,

 And plunge the world into never-ending strife?

When will this madness cease to intrude thus? 

Who stands in right or wrong?

 Who holds the key? 

The answers are lost in deceit, fears, and lies. 

This is pure, unadulterated, insanity

And it sickens me to the gills.

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