I renounce the war

I don't want wars

that flood with tears

The hospitals

I already hear the cry of the widows

And the cry of the orphans

Prevent the squad

send the troops

To war you send our milites to kill innocent Russians, you, Maggy Oaks

Infamous minister, judge of lost causes,

In partnership with the ministrín of the glasses

I would die for Spain, which is my homeland

Never for something so confusing

For the democracy of the great

Capitalists smoking lighted cigars

in the tall windows

And populate the cemeteries with sacrificial crosses

Unknown family names

honoring the memory

of the murals

Victims of the three scourges:

The plague, the war, the fame

a name a smile

A kepi and a steel helmet shot down

 Of that soldier whose name is an enigma

I abominate funeral marches

And of triumphal parades

I want to pee in my own potties

Shit happy and happy

In my own middens

Not afraid of a shot in the ass

of the sapper

That jumps the ditch to act as a body

jam my pipe

With the tinder that smokes from the spectral floors

Incense with tobacco my nostrils

and I drink a cup of tea

To the love of the fire

I read love stories

At night I contemplate

The strong moons of January

Mayan the querulous cats

On the burning rooftops

It's jealousy time

I don't want wars

that they always hatched

criminal hands

away from dynamite

all that shrapnel

I picked it up legacy of the battle of Brunete

Through the mangroves of Mocha Chica

And the Big Mocha

my hands clean of blood

smile in the breeze

that for telling the truth

to the poor poet

hate him for free

And I throw three cheers to the Paraclete

Be Xto, my lawyer.

It is usually an enemy of God

The prudence of the meat

Ukraine always Russian

What Nikita Khrushchev delivered

a drunken day

to the criminals

Ukraine always Russian

long live Stalin