When Silence Wept

"Prepare for War, or Prepare for Terror"

You dream of peace, of calm and light,
Of silent fields untouched by blight.
But peace, dear fool, is not your own,
It is carved from flesh, from shattered bone.

The hands that seek to plant the seed
Will find them stained with blood they bleed.
For others rise with blade and fire,
To scorch the lands and feed desire.

Do you not see, in quiet prayer,
The wolves that wait, their sharpened stare?
They smell your hope, your heart, your dreams,
And tear them at the fragile seams.

For peace is not a gentle hand-
It's raised by war, by bloodied stand.
By bodies stacked and torn apart,
By death's embrace, a hardened heart.

You speak of mercy, soft and kind,
But mercy's lost when men grow blind.
When hunger calls, when power screams,
When vengeance rules their waking dreams.

Their children starve, their cities burn,
And still you think there's peace to earn?
Their leaders smile, their armies crawl,
While you do nothing, watch them fall.

Look to the ones who beg for life,
Whose necks are kissed by steel and strife.
The cruel will come, with tooth and nail-
They do not care for your soft wail.

So rise and arm, and fight the tide,
For peace is built where warriors died.
No treaty holds in grasping claws,
No love can tame the beast of laws.

Prepare for war, for blood must spill-
For some seek death and power's thrill.
You can't control what others crave,
But you can stand before the grave.

You dream of peace, but war shall call-
And if you wait, you too shall fall.