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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