My Sigh

My words are war

Though my heart is peace.

I speak war,

So I may bring peace.

I see violence on the battlefields,

I see red fields of sward.

Anger rests in my bosom

As men sweetly reminisce on war

And violence.

For me, I speak words of warfare

Speak my foul breath.

Yet, there would be brother against brother.

I will die for him

Rather than this country.

Should I die of starvation

In solitary confinement in the Gulag,

Sent there for shaking hands,

Then I will allow myself to die.

I have nothing to fight for in this world.

I have nothing to live for

But to die, there is my gain.