The law of war is to strike a man’s innards
Until he burgeons into another man.
His trick will fool you, and reduce you,
For smooth feelings are not to be retained by you.
The wars construct a measure to win,
The general wins his military campaign
Depending on the thinkers and soldiers
And their innards.
God has made their bodies to construct guns
And strike at the hearts and livers of the enemy
So dangerous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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