Call To Account!

 The drum of war thunders and thunders.

It calls: thrust iron into the living.

From every country
slave after slave
are thrown onto bayonet steel.

For the sake of what?
The earth shivers
hungry
and stripped.

Mankind is vapourised in a blood bath
only so 
someone
somewhere
can get hold of Albania.

Human gangs bound in malice,
blow after blow strikes the world
only for 
someone’s vessels 
to pass without charge 
through the Bosporus.
 
Soon 
the world 
won’t have a rib intact.

And its soul will be pulled out.

And trampled down
only for someone,
to lay 
their hands on
Mesopotamia.

Why does
a boot 
crush the Earth — fissured and rough?
What is above the battles’ sky -
Freedom?
God?
Money!
When will you stand to your full height,
you,
giving them your life?
When will you hurl a question to their faces:
Why are we fighting?


Translated: by Lika Galkina with Jasper Goss, 2005.

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