How magnificent the war is!



How eager



and efficient!



Early in the morning



it wakes up the sirens



and dispatches ambulances



to various places



swings corpses through the air



rolls stretchers to the wounded



summons rain



from the eyes of mothers



digs into the earth



dislodging many things



from under the ruins...



Some are lifeless and glistening



others are pale and still throbbing...



It produces the most questions



in the minds of children



entertains the gods



by shooting fireworks and missiles



into the sky



sows mines in the fields



and reaps punctures and blisters



urges families to emigrate



stands beside the clergymen



as they curse the devil



(poor devil, he remains



with one hand in the searing fire)...



The war continues working, day and night.



It inspires tyrants



to deliver long speeches



awards medals to generals



and themes to poets



it contributes to the industry



of artificial limbs



provides food for flies



adds pages to the history books



achieves equality



between killer and killed



teaches lovers to write letters



accustoms young women to waiting



fills the newspapers



with articles and pictures



builds new houses



for the orphans



invigorates the coffin makers



gives grave diggers



a pat on the back



and paints a smile on the leader's face.



It works with unparalleled diligence!



Yet no one gives it



a word of praise.