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Persistence by ELAINE VILAR MADRUGA

(Translated)
He learns the art of war in times of peace. The art of peace in times of war. Few did so before:
To survive to bleed to know it all This isn’t simple work It’s learned by scratching the poem Past the cut Past the nerve
All the way down To the white bone of the word.
And so he detains the caravans Of beasts and men Who seek some detestable Crete To arrive after the clay.
He learns obsessions with labyrinths Not by smoking opium In some Japanese house Where certain terrible children Turned into poets Destined to die.
To survive to bleed to know it all This isn’t simple work:
He knows there is too much abandoned In the world to leave.
I recently read this poem, scratched my head about the current scenario around the world: Russia,-Ukraine, Israel-Palestine?
Do you resonate with the thought that to survive isn't simple work in these times? Your reasons, please