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Politicians appear like gardeners, yet what they place into the soil are not seeds of hope. They sow discord, they water hatred. Where love could have grown, only greed now blooms with poisonous petals.
The coins they scatter across the ground do not bring forth roses – they feed an industry that thrives on blood. And while the machinery of war blossoms in full splendor, while tanks and missiles rise from the earth like weeds in summer rain, the social institutions wither. School by school, hospital by hospital – dissected, forgotten, sacrificed.
Thus flourishes a garden of war, tended by suits and briefcases. A garden where profit grows instead of peace.
- © Ferit Sahin
