Food For Thought
Food For Thought
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Invasion
The silent night is shattered by the sound,
Of heavy boots upon the hollow ground;
Where sovereign peace was firmly bound,
Now the hungry ghost of conquest is found.
No parchment signed, no diplomatic hand,
Can halt the steel that scars the stolen land;
The maps are redrawn as the powers planned,
While native hopes are buried in the sand.
A wall of fire meets the morning light,
To turn the day into a sudden night;
When might assumes the mantle of the right,
The world bears witness to the conqueror's blight.
When tanks roll in and soldiers tread,
Where no invite or welcome was spread;
To cross the border and seize the station,
Is clearly termed a 'Foreign Invasion'.
Semantics of War
The boots resound where silence lay,
Peace is undone, its bonds decay;
The border crossed in harsh array,
Foreign invasion marks that fatal day.
For United States, the steel is liberation,
To break the chains, wake a sleeping nation;
A gospel brought with fire and foundation,
They call it freedom’s holy operation.
For United Kingdom, it is civilization,
A mission for the globe’s administration;
To bring the law and trade’s illumination,
They call it order for the world’s creation.
For Europe, it is termed growth development,
A spreading of the modern, bright enlightenment;
To fix the borders with a new settlement,
They call it progress and a soul's betterment.
For Germany, the move is existential,
A struggle for a space that is essential;
To guard the hearth from threats so influential,
They call it survival, grim and consequential.
For China, it is termed misperception,
A historical and righteous reconnection;
To heal the wounds of foreign-led dissection,
They call it harmony and map-perfection.
For religious sects invasion is termed salvation,
To bring the 'truth' to every wayward nation;
A path to heaven through the world's purgation,
They call it 'mercy', not a forced occupation.
But they march to mould the land to their need,
To plant their coin and to sow their own creed;
Occupation but serves their hunger’s feed,
Their conquest disguised as a noble deed.
For Pakistan invasion is termed divine right,
A sacred duty in the dead of night;
To claim the soil and win the holy fight,
They call it 'justice' in the Creator's sight.
For India, the world termed it aggression,
Though it’s against a neighbor’s obsession;
To guard the soil from forced transgression,
That India confronted on many an occasion.