If, in the midst of battle, you get tired, you die.

This is no time to rest
To cool off you heels at dusk
Or play cards with friends

No, this is no time to be at ease

This is that time when
You must fight with your last breath
Against yourself and your friends
And against fatigue and lethargy

This is that time when
You must refuse compassion
Or empathy
Or offers to get out

Because one hundred million others
Are working all day
Into the night
Until daybreak
Tirelessly

Because one hundred million others
Can not
Will not

Take it easy

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