Poetry

(after Rudolf Otto Wierner)
 
With self contempt I stand in the veldt
and each heroic act
is just another task that destiny does demand
 
that does not make me greater than others
and the hunger to kill
flows on and forth
while war machinery
does sing in a deadly choir
 
and the rifle in my hands
that point to the enemy
is stripped from any language
but death that it brings about
and the knowledge does intrude
that still it brings destruction
 
[Reference:  “Hungerblümchen” by Rudolf Otto Wierner.]