This is the message I'm trying to get across in my novel To Coin a War (which I'm serializing on Steemit). But in order to avoid the cognitive dissonance that people experience when it's shown to them in modern terms, I've couched the story in medieval Ireland, full of imps, faeries, and an angel named Gavenleigh. But the story is the same: a war is being "coined" by a poet who happens to be a faery and runs an underground central bank. This war will give her something to fund and profit from, so she's busy in the first half of the novel fomenting strife, suspicion, and hatred. Great post @larkenrose and I hope my story will get across the same message.