You have no business with the war,
Mister missionary.
The country here is not yours and not your trouble,
We are to die, and you — beyond the shore.

It is easy to cheer someone on to death,
But to die yourself…
You have your own understanding of honor.
Go back home.

“Thou shalt not kill!” — you say to son and father,
You haul humanitarian aid from across the sea,
But for us, to keep the commandment,
People are needed, and weapons.