War's a mere game; like scratch and win,
Where the two warring factions rarely win;
But leaders who scratch each other's' back,
Gain mutual benefit with the firms that back!
War's a deal by malignant minds in the gallery,
Fooling the valiant brave-hearts in the artillery,
For the jackals in the industry, craving for flesh,
To bulge their pot bellies like a huge hill of flesh!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem