Classic Poem

How will I write a poem on Moon tonight
when fight
is going on against those beasts
who are doing feast
with the meat of my brothers and sisters?
How will I write a poem tonight on stars
when the soil of Earth is soaked with the blood
of my people? When flood
of death and suffering
has submerged my home, then how can I sing
the songs of Spring? That's why, I play
the flute of war day and night, night and day
forgetting the moonlight, beloved's kiss
and all false peace.