Nefarious War by Li Po

Last year we fought the Sang-kan
this year we fight the Tsung-ho

We have washed our armor
in the tides and shores

We have kept our horses
on snowy slopes

We have wept and hoped

as the war goes on
ten thousand miles from home

our boys men soldiers
wanting to come home

man-slaughter rather than the plow
the yellow-sands see nothing
but bleached skulls and bone

the fires that never die

the battlefield
hearing the cries
the horses lamentations
and the ravens

all these generals
men of dignity
doing nothing but ruin

Oh, nefarious war!
No wonder you were so seldom used
by the benign sovereigns