The Last WarThere are men in chambers who give orders
(as the old saying goes)
and people slaughter one another. Why?
Because they’re enemies,
all that they need to say is “Motherland.”
Enough! We’re all a herd of stupid sheep,
who go about with heads low to the ground,
forced to behave like wolves.
We have been touched by a mad thought
that at the slaughterhouse we would be better off.
Curse on the people and on those who govern,
for we no longer have religion;
we don’t believe in the eternal life
and we run after our destruction;
we are fed up with living
because justice and love have disappeared.
So let the world end, its head chopped off,
let the sun die too
so there will be death all around
provided the last bomb explodes,
provided that it be the last war...
and good bye to joy when in the mornings