WAR The face of war is my face. The face of war is your face. What color Is the face Of war? Brown, black, white— Your face and my face. Death is the broom I take in my hands To sweep the world Clean. I sweep and I sweep Then mop and I mop. I dip my broom in blood, My mop in blood— And blame you for this, Because you are there, Enemy. It’s hard to blame me, Because I am here— So I kill you. And you kill me. My name, Like your name, Is war.
