A different world it is out here,
'none like you have ever known;
it's a jungle of arms and spear,
a very thin line between life and hell;
the seige of death had tamed the strong,
men lived; only in their thoughts-
might and strenght our greatest foe,
peace and unity a mere cliche,
the hope for freedom a figment of ours;
A different world it is out here,
'none like you have ever seen;
i see a wall of hardship and fear,
misery and pain had strained our voices,
a bloody flood defiled our land-
If motherland could give a sigh,
she'll weep and wail
for her land is soiled;
deeply soiled with innocent blood!
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I would like to translate this poem
My brother, this is very correct. It's a pity! We will keep shouting, perhaps our voices will be heard. Great write, I like it