sweet and gentle
like a child
slaughtering his best friend's soldiers
onwards men ever onwards!
leave no stone unturned
no village unburned - glorious glorious men!
debauching them with sticks and stones
that break their bones and words
that truly hurt them
the magnificence of war
how sweet the innocence of children
fighting the fight for man's folly
such sweet and glorious fight
in a house that burns every night
again again again
all grown up to be men
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I would like to translate this poem