She
didn't want only me to be put to trial
she wanted
to put the whole humanity to trial.
Sometimes
we were like two comrades.
she, in those moments, got nervous
when I treated her as a woman,
afterwards, when we were in bed
she turned angry if I talked to her about the war.
In
the eyes of the children she looked like a mother,
normal and even ordinary, affectionate.
Afterwards, when she gritted
some flag of bread and freedom between her teeth,
she was a true enamoured panther,
always the fastest,
more intelligent than her prey.
In
the midst of the battle field,
she resembled a real goddess of the air.
No war dared to kill her
and she used to bloom in the middle of the war.
Since early in the morning
she got the soldiers worked up
and alerted their superiors.
She
was, in reality,
the soul of our weapons,
without her
our weapons lost effectiveness,
without her
our army didn't exist.
when we lost a battle
she explained that a battle
wasn't the war and that,
anyway,
sometimes one, other times others,
had to lose.
When we won a battle,
she explained nothing,
only danced and danced and danced
until dawn, after,
she rested for a day
and, back to war.
No
one could stand her pace.
she destroyed all the enemies' armies
and, also, destroyed her own armies.
She
is called Poetry,
she is a woman
and doesn't want war.
RUMSFELD'S
STRATEGY RECEIVES ITS FIRST CRITICS The
tense relations between the Secretary of Defence and many high military commands
surge with the Iraqi resistance
