Another one

This one is from Dezful poet Ghaysar Amin Pour during the Iraq-Iran war (1980-88):

I wanted to write a war poem
But I knew it wasn't possible.
I would have to put down my cold pen
And use a sharper weapon.
War poems should be written with the barrels of a gun,
Words turned into bullets...
Here it is always red alert,
The siren never ends its moaning
Over corpses that didn't finish their night's sleep,
Where bat-like jets which hate the light
Bomb the cracks in our blind blackout curtains...
We can't even trust the stars in case they're spies,
We wouldn't be surprised if the moon blows up...