I'm laying today on my shield
and it's cold, and alone, and it hurts
and I'd run again
like I did it before so many times
I know now it's useless
the shield stays anyway
strong and stupid
cut, crooked, shot
efficient and arrogant
But today, my dear,
today I've made a nest out of my shield
and I'm waiting
even if from time to time
wounds are still hurting
I'm feeling sorry for them -
Oh poor, poor wound
don't hurt any other spears
don't bleed any other arrows
don't curse any more bullets
I've made you a nest today.
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