They run the stats of war
in the ledger with cells that needs filling,
stack the bodies in columns,
call the balance “necessary,”
call the missiles a policy,
call the policy a doctrine,
call the doctrine God or freedom,
whichever sells the message best,
and then call it an edict.

See, death’s the only product
with guaranteed demand,
manufactured in the chamber,
ordered by the hand that signs the paper,
a market correction where the
commodity is human,
and the bodies on the ground
are entered as units of exchange.

No, they don’t count the dead,
they ledger them,
rebrand grief as “sacrifice,”
enter it under “spent”,
and the logic makes an entry where the
living write the ledger,
and the ledger can’t repent,
for it is the final Word.

 

27/3/2026