F.G. Lorca

In the dawn of the battle

the army was dead.

No one has stopped. No one has stopped.

The trenches were empty of human, of blood

In the middle of the dawn of the fight.

Over the hill

the others have gone

No trace of depart, not even around

I was ashamed

at the rise of the day of the fight

no one to fight, not allure of stop

what reason to wait for the dawn of the fight.