The wind on the wild whirled
There is wailing and shouting
Men and women become equals
The stream is turbulent
The sea is calm
Bullets swim in the air
Embracing whatever they meet
The goats bleat,
The children cry,
Legs are finding their way
Finding their way nowhere
The dead fall to the earth
The living fall on the dead,
It has began,
It has begun, the war has begun.
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