Phyrric Victory

A Poem on the Cessation of Hostilities

Image by Hasan Almasi

Do you not see what the war has done? Killed fathers and sons, Hurt everyone? Do you blind your eyes to the obvious wrong That Good was never the goal all along.

Do you not see how the fires burn? Smoking ashes to fill each and every urn. MAny lives lost for selfish desire, Be sure we’ve provoked The Mighty One’s ire.

Do you not hear the wails and screams? Terrible sounds to haunt your dreams. Was this your wish when you started this war? Will you stop now or go for more?

Do you not smell the fear in the air, As men pass on with fevered prayer? And yet you drive them to their doom, Each a thread in Destiny’s loom

Do you not taste the coming defeat? What part of this would you like to repeat? The raids, the plunder, the looting, the loss? Or shall it balance on Fate’s coin toss?

Do you not feel the Victor’s irony? That to fight for freedom, you’ve created tyranny. A Phyrric victory is all we’ve got. Let’s regroup, restrategize, or win we shall not.

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