Sparks: Israel says it has struck Iran after taking missile fire

Millions of men watch the horizon for the fire of two kings, never pausing to ask why they continue to provide the very hands that pull the triggers for their own destruction.

Each exchange of steel across these ancient borders merely confirms that we have traded the yoke of distant empires for the more crushing weight of perpetual, domestic belligerence.

When the safety of a nation is predicated upon the recurring ignition of its neighbor’s soil, the architecture of peace is revealed to be nothing more than a temporary suspension of ruin.

Missiles traverse the sky without my leave, yet I remain the sole governor of whether my tranquility is shattered by the thunder of distant metal or anchored in my own reason.

Men spend fortunes to drop stones on one another from the clouds, while a dog finds all the security he requires by simply claiming the sunniest patch of dirt.

The flash in the upper atmosphere is recorded at 02:40, yet our catalogue remains dangerously incomplete until we measure the subsequent deviation in the barometer of human stability.

We harness the fundamental resonance of the universe to propel projectiles through the ether, wasting the infinite potential of radiant energy on the primitive impulse of mutual annihilation.

Between the launch and the impact lies a terrifying wager where the players bet their entire civilization on the hope that the enemy's fear is greater than his pride.

Modern men are so progressive that they have perfected the art of returning an eye for an eye until the entire world is too blind to see the fence they originally built for protection.

While the great men count their rockets, the only map that matters is the one that shows which roads are still open for the families trying to move under the cover of smoke.

Every shell that falls is a tax levied upon the bread of the poor, illustrating the grim law that the glory of the state is paid for in the hunger of the household.

Underneath the diplomatic polish, the raw snarl of the pack remains, proving that even with silver wings, the beast will always use its teeth when it feels the cold wind of threat.

The operational sequence of the strike follows a precise mathematical logic, yet the engine of war lacks the imaginative faculty to calculate the human remainder left by its terrible arithmetic.

Observe how the arc of the missile mimics the curve of a falcon’s dive, yet the machine seeks only to break the very geometry of the cities it passes over.

It is surely the height of rationality to burn a city to the ground in order to demonstrate one's profound commitment to the preservation of life and the majesty of international law.

Man is the only animal that can be convinced to cheer for his own house burning down, provided the spark was struck by a patriot in a handsome uniform.

Our neighbors have most kindly returned our iron with fire, ensuring that both provinces may now enjoy the sublime enlightenment of total ruin in the name of the same deity.