I’m just a small woman.
Tending the things in her circle.
Using hands to fold dough and make bread.
I have no use for war.And bombs.
Do not come to my kitchen door.

I do not care for you machinations and delusions of grandeur.

This country is no different from any other 
From my kitchen.
May there always be food and nourishment

Do not come in without wiping the mud and muck from your boots.

I do not want anything to do with you or your war,
Fight them yourself and I will continue on here feeding those I can.

I am not going to your war.
I have declined your invitation.
And my sons will not attend either.

So stuff your foul face somewhere else,
Dont show up here again.
I will not feed you.