The unfaught fight

Let's fight until the fight is fought

until the living mourns itself

while the one is finally alone

undigging the trenches on self

waiting for at least one argument

a bullet or a funeral

a cry

without, the laurels of the victor

are defeat

Let's hide until the hideout is in sight

Until the predator ate its germs of conquering

in lack of a prey

let's die of solitude

until life brings death no more