War is lost—
But who’s the winner?

The other country?
whose street runs with pride,
but their children still ask
"Why?"

Or

The mothers of their martyred sons?
Those mothers?
Whose tears are falling, unlimited.

Or,

The child?
Whose brothers have been killed in that war?
Those children?
Whose tears are falling, unlimited?

The war has ended,
But who’s the winner?

But the Earth will remember—
The tears of those mothers,
The face of the weeping child.

The graves of those heroic people,
And the history will remember,
Those pride deaths.

The war is finished,
And who's the winner?

No one is the winner?
Everyone is a loser.