The Warning

When I
When I see your empty glances
I feel
All the pain of the war and all the pain of the people
Normal souls, normal eyes
In the middle of strange light:
Now the bombs are resting
And the children are sleeping, now

AND WE ARE HERE, WITH OUR SHOCKING PAINS
A WEAK MARKET, A BLACK DAY
WE ARE STILL LIKE SILLY THINGS
WITH A LITTLE SMILE

When I
When I see that leanness, that hands
I feel
I feel a warning, a warning for all (the) men