Aestheticising blood and gore,
We glorify the worst of war.
With words like honour, duty, pride,
Romanticising winning sides,
We moralise the quest of war.
Such art in peaceful times is cast
As propaganda meant to last,
At least, under our mind’s radar,
Recruiting hearts from near and far,
Before a war compels a draft.
Is there a peace to end all peace?
Minakhi Misra 