All the bridges
Don't exist
Anymore.
Buildings
Houses and huts
Are destroyed.
No more
Commerce
Whatsoever.
Factories
That produced goods
Raised to ground.
Bombs
That exploded
Are a relief.
Those that did not
Are future's
Nightmare.
People are dead
In great
Numbers.
Others fled
To unknown
Lands.
What's left
Chaos
And confusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
War leaves a trail of destruction and endless misery!