Look, friend, at this war
With its death count increasing.
Higher every day
Like a genocide of the entire human race;
And in this war, several countries
Battle until the end.
Surrounded by neutrals, not willing to take sides,
And other countries just getting out of the way.
But some stand and fight
with pride and honor.

Look, friend, at this water so calm and cool
What seems to be a glass cover
On the rest of the peaceful hidden world.
And edging ever closer on the horizon
Is a beach lined with men
Protective like a squirrel with its nut.
On the tip of the beaches, wide and covered in allies
It’s a gateway to death;
as you go deeper
the bullets get thicker.
At the top of the hills, the enemy hides.
But back at the bottom, some still wait frozen by fear in their boats.
Look, friend, at me.
 
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