AT THE TIME OF WAR

 At the time of war

memories of peace come.

Years pass,

people keep dying

in storms, earthquakes, 

other tragedies,

without becoming martyrs.

Thank you, war,

you remind us of peace.

At the time of war

love songs sprout

in bloody springs.

The lovely flow of love

keeps moving

till the war goes.

Those

who cut the wood for the coffin,

those

who chisel the wood,

those

who put the nails and give it shape

those

who colour and decorate it,

they do not know

who is dead,

they make the coffin for their livelihood.

They say that the war is over.

Perhaps they do not know

that war is only starting now.

War takes place

not only on the boundary.

If there is no war,

there would be no man,

no god either,

perhaps no demon too.

Man would have been

a bird or an animal