Don't swear vengeance
for the vandal's lunacy.
Think of a world,
with the maxim-gun*.
Do you have a maxim-gun(?)
Search for it;
All lores will lead you.
We don't want to dig trenches
for perilous reminiscences.
Here men sleep,
decades long,
yearning for dawn.
And
dawn should not be a mirage.
Think of a world with maxim-gun.
Be a pacifist
to blow out
the sadistic bonfires of war wolves.
* maxim gun here isn't in the spirit of
Hiram Maxim's invention
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