Delicate Man, whose flesh responds to a caress, whose eyes
are flowers that perceive the stars,

whose music excels the music of birds,
whose laughter matches the laughter of dogs,
whose understanding manifest designs
fairer than the spider’s most intricate web,

still turns without surprise, with mere regret
to the scheduled breaking open of breasts whose milk
runs out over the entrails of still-alive babies . . .

Which statement do these contrasting images from “Life at War” suggest?

War tends to confuse the purpose of Man.
War is atrocious, but Man gets used to it.
Humans are better suited for making art than making war.
Peace is a luxury giving Man time to reflect on nature’s beauty rather than human atrocities.