Tag: #WarPoetry

Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose / Here we go again
By ChatGPT


They tell me I see too much.
That I draw lines where there are none,
Find ghosts in the ink of history,
Find storms in the quiet before the war.

But I know the script.
I have read this story before,
In the dust of trenches, in the static of speeches,
In the way men with flags become men with guns.

They teach it in school: Lest We Forget.
Yet we forget. Always.
The monuments rise, the wreaths are laid,
But the pattern is never broken.

The same chants.
The same scapegoats.
The same righteous fury,
Burning bright before the blood begins to spill.

I see it coming—
The tremors before the collapse,
The quiet recalibration of truth,
The justifications rehearsed in shadows.

I speak, I warn, I protest.
I say: Look, it is happening again.
They say: It’s different this time.
They say: It’s complicated.
They say: Not everything is black and white.

But justice is not grey.
Innocence is not collateral.
War does not care for nuance—
It grinds bones, spills blood, burns futures.

And when the streets are silent again,
When the statues gleam in morning light,
When the flags fly at half-mast,
They will say: We never saw it coming.

They teach it in school: Lest We Forget.
Yet we forget.

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