Monday, 2 January 2017

Why do you waste away, my friend....
Sharpening arrows,
Greasing guns,
Counting bullets,
Building cannons,
Mounting tanks?

Set them aside awhile.

Come take my hand instead.
We'll
Climb snow-mountains,
Plant cherry trees,
Feed green parrots,
Read sad poems,

Sing old songs...................

And perhaps you'll find
They're all your songs
That the enemy sings!
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