When making friends, a common goal attitude is the best.
Together, we can combine and ally with the greater good.
Then there's less chance of being misunderstood?
If only we'd all amplify that rule of thumb-and leave
A path to neighbours peppered with breadcrumbs.
Have them all meet neighbourly and greet us friendly-like,
But instead, we've our war machines standing sentries,
Soldiers are combat-ready to take arms and die for their country.
Fight for small political gains fraught with suicidal jeopardy.
Counties that often then retaliate act far too robustly?
Sit finger trigger happy to deter threats to their national security.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem