Навіщо. What For

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War is a reflection of peace in a crooked mirror.

If you look at it for a long time, it's funny at first.

Then it's painful, and then, strange and scary,

Scary in a long and loud way, and scarier and scarier,

For the war won't vanish nowhere, never.

And every shot from a cannon

Only brings more and more shards of the mirror,

And these hundreds of thousands of small fragments

Hit the hearts of those who are in combat

And make them colder though you don't seem to notice it.

And the fighters remain alive

Composing the word "eternity" of the ice.

And when they wake up at night in frenzy

They look around: Where are you my sworn sister?

Are bringing me your rescuing love?

17 March 2015