War

The face of war is my face.

The face of war is your face.

What color

Is the face

Of war?

Brown, black, white--

Your face and my face.

Death is the broom

I take in my hands

To sweep the world

Clean.

I sweep and I sweep

Then mop and I mop.

I dip my broom in blood,

My mop in blood--

And blame you for this,

Because you are there,

Enemy.

It's hard to blame me,

Because I am here

So I kill you.

And you kill me.

My name,

Like your name,

Is war.