How is it justified?

a poem by Punit N Parikh

“Bow your heads”, they said.
Silent eyes; moan for a while.
Glorified images across the globe,
declaring them invincible, Immortal.

Its a fight against terror, they say,
They who made us cry shall die.
Destroying already dead cities,
In disguise of peace.

To replace pain with pain.
Leaving a bleeding mark behind.
Such that for generations to come,
The hatred is already sown.

Yes today you are Immortal.
With your definitions of peace,
being universally justified.

But there is a silent voice within,
…is it justified can we ever play God?