What is victory?
holding a gun against the head
of your most hated enemy
pulling the trigger and watching him die
what is glory?
destroying an army
which can only be beaten by bombs
whistling through the night
destroying hundreds of homes
killing innocent civilians nearby
What is peace?
the gap between the wars
a time for the fighters to rest
before the next battle
where many of them will fall
dying for their countries
or their religious beliefs
What are these three phrases?
but words that soldiers use
when they come home to their loved ones
after conflict in some foreign land
what are these simple words
but primitive illusions
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