War

The face of war is my face. 
The face of war is your face. 
    What color
    Is the face 
    Of war?
Brown, black, white— 
Your face and my face.

Death is the broom 
I take in my hands 
To sweep the world 
    Clean.
I sweep and I sweep 
Then mop and I mop. 
I dip my broom in blood, 
My mop in blood— 
And blame you for this, 
Because you are there, 
    Enemy.
It's hard to blame me,
Because I am here— 
So I kill you.
And you kill me.
    My name, 
Like your name, 
    Is war.