When making friends, a common goal attitude is the best.
Together we can be combined and allied with the greater good.
Then there's less of a chance of being misunderstood?
If only we'd all amplify that rule of thumb
-and leave a path-to-neighbours peppered with breadcrumbs.
Have them all meets neighbourly and greet us friendly-like,
but instead, we've our war machines standing sentries,
soldiers combat-ready to take up arms and die for their country.
Fight for small-political gains fraught with suicidal jeopardy.
Counties who often then retaliate act far too robustly?
Sit finger trigger happy to deter threats to their national security.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem