Sword

One lousy night I was born

under the gaze of darkness

in the unbearable heat

I got my feet

I was silent

ready to be violent

Under the scorching sun,

under the red-stained moon

I listen in silence

men talking about violence

Brave, cowardly men, all sorts

of them

I see, I hear

talks about fear

War is close

men are restless

I am not, I feel a desire

I am ready to unleash

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