I want a clear enemy who is fit to curse and curse
And soldiers cheer for their return
Defeated or victorious
And martyrs, not victims
And an anthem
And a memorial...
I want a place in the heart of the country to comment on
A memorial photo of a family that did not survive death
I leave the task of pinning medals of honor on the chest of the tyrant to war.
I want a war that resembles a war
And an enemy is the enemy, without a mask, from the clay of this earth
And a poem I write in praise of the fighter
Not in Venetian satire!
I want to write grass,
The grass that will grow on the iron of the cannons!
