Old women move from country to country
like tireless trams.
They crawl up hills,
traverse the lakes
and greet each other passing by.
On the move they keep on moving.
Without a thought to hold them back
they move to rap and trumpets too.
Old women wish old men would stay
in their own countries and play
their games
without sending their children to war.
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