The Warning
When I, when I see your empty glances
I feel, all the pain of the war and all the pain of the people.
Normal souls, normal eyes,
In the middle of strange light
Now the bombs are resting,
And the children are sleeping, now.
And we are here, with our shocking pains,
A weak market, a black day,
We are still like silly things,
With a little smile.
When I, when I see that leanness, that hands,
I feel, I feel a warning, a warning for all (the) men.
