Realize, old man, —
You are no longer a warrior,
Unless one tripwire will be set off
By a clumsy body on a minefield.

Sons and grandsons, sappers,
Will pass the sector better,
Will swim across
To the other bank
And even take the height.

And at the post of president
Dementia will do harm.
Let the young competitor through,
For the nations laugh at you.