Hey! My little creature
It's not a tree trunk
And not the perfect game.
(Hitting of two balls in one shot in billiards.)
Please go away and rest somewhere.
Be alert! When handsome Man operates the Toy!
You hear the nasty sound
And the fire ball flies and hit on the other side.
Do not get misunderstand
That inferno isn't a New Dawn!
* Merry Christmas to our brother soldiers who play with Human conspicuously!
Nice poem to appreciate the bravery of the soldier. The language of this poem is quite simple and style is attractive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If we could only be as pure as God's lower creatures. Yet if we are above such a lovely creature why do we kill our brethren?