Paintings fill
Museums,
What is painted with a tear —
Into the heavenly archive.
There from the battlefield
Orcs snatch
Trophies,
Paying no mind to orphans and widows.

They do not notice the maimed,
They even multiply their misery.
Angels gather the tears —
They inform the Judge of the cruelty.

The verdict is sent back
As a boomerang of justice.
The tear returns
To the aggressor — revenge by napalm.