The Quiet War
There is a war raging A war with no alarms,
No blood, no flags, no battle cry—
It is a war with glowing screens and subtle charms
Where fragile dreams grow dim and die.
In this war, you trade your truth for borrowed gold
You laugh off the warnings and call them old
Yet ancient wisdom still survives
The lies that shape and steal your lives.
And you believe the lies When they tell you, “Truth is how you feel,”
That rules are chains- not guiding light.
But the lies still wound though they seem real
And wrong can dress itself as right.
Your heart alone may lead astray
But truth still stands firm with quiet grace.
You are not lost—so rise today.
Step forward. Choose. Don’t hide your face. Step forward. Choose. Let peace prevail.
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