Wars in peacetime don't behave like wars.
So loving they are.
Kissed on both cheeks, silk-lined ambassadors
Pose and confer.
Unbuckle your envy, drop it there by the door.
We will settle,
We will settle without blows or bullets
The unequal score.
In nature, havenots have to be many
And havelots few.
Making money out of making money
Helps us help you.
This from the party of good intent. From the other,
Drowned crops, charred hopes, fear, stupor, prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem