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
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.