WHEN

When   
At the end of the Big Battle
You start on the journey back defeated,
And your victor's joyful1 cries ring deep within your ear,
And Hell dreadfully pours forth in front and back of you.
Then
Thinking of paradises brings no gain;
The time for fantasies is now gone,
Completely wipe such things out of your life.
Drag your steps along and fit in a small corner as you can,
Considering yourself lucky
if they let you there to stay.
Do not talk of justice,
Do not talk of guile or dishonor of the enemy in battle,
And start leading a limited, quiet life from now on,
Carefully being very cautious
Lest something that you might say or do
Angers the invadors who victorious came into your life;
And you surely know how easily
The victors
Anger.