War Is Life

I can go to battle with those Who are against hunger, Who are against death, Who take arms against the invaders. Wild boars are destroying all the crops of life Entering the fields of civilization; Hungry jackals are devouring the corpses of our kith and kin Digging their graves; Vultures are singing the rotten withered songs of democracy Clutching the map of our heart; Leaving my home for ever, I can go away with those Who are against these boars, Against these jackals and vultures And who draw irritated hands Against their aggressive hands. Now my heart cries Saying war war. Saying war war, My heart bursts into anger Like an atom bomb. Life is nothing but war; Living without war means mere death. The river whose course is serpentine Is the most beautiful of all.