War does not always begin on the battlefield.
Once, it began with thunder and the clash of steel, where victory was the only fate one could seal.
In quieter halls where fortunes are made, conflict became commerce, and violence a trade.
Wars are said to conclude when the cannons finally cease,
Yet merchants still barter the fragile dream of peace.
What begins as a signature, small and sterile,
May return as a darkened rifle or missile.

And so the engines of conflict endure,
Not always from hatred, but markets ensured.
For when war feeds wealth and strengthens power’s claim,
Peace becomes costly, and profit the aim.
Across the seas where silent cargoes glide,
The global arms trade moves like an unseen tide.

For when weapons fuel profit and power alike,
Civilisation grows fragile with every new strike-
And markets of metal silently decide,
How long will the drums of battle ride?
When profit can lengthen the shadow of war,
And markets determine what armies are for,
The question grows louder with each rising flame:
Can peace survive when war becomes a game?

Presenting the United Nations Disarmament Commission (UNDC)
"Addressing the impact of permanent war economies in escalating armed conflicts and intensifying great-power struggle among nations with respect to Global Arms Trade."

This May,
Let reason speak louder than weapons of offence.
This May,
Conceive. Concur. Convince