3 wars
Veterans' day's columns
Are three elevens,
Day and month, and hour.
It is for recalling
The injured and the dead.
Being an ex-officer,
Take it as a reminder
Of a shame, damnation,
Yes, warlords, politicians,
Warmongers, arms makers,
War in their easiest business.
I was in three wars
Bangladesh and Dhofar
And Iraq with Iran.
I saw deaths, disasters,
Families that shattered,
The widows and orphans.
I saw the wasps, flies
When landing, taking off
On those killed, their blood.
And I lost my friends
That lost life, or legs, eyes.
The day of Veterans?
Veteran? What the hell?
Respecting once a year?
Ladies and gentlemen,
Forgive me, I want out!
To respect veterans
Search for the criminals.
They are the politicians
As well as warmongers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well penned. You got it in the last four lines.
I am grateful and my life has been one of those that hardly allows me to concentrate to write correctly and properly. So, please forgive me for the mistakes and the rushes.