they send you to a place of death
were it, s kill or be killed
bodies falling to the ground
bleeding from bullet wounds
or blown apart by bombs
strangers dying
friends dying
people who you never knew
dying at your feet
dreams awake and asleep
full of horrors
full of death
full of pain
then they send you home
say you have shellshock
you, ve seen to much
then you go insane
as the dead follow you
home and invade ur dreams
but all they can say
is be human
not understanding
that you are
thats why your head feels the
pressure of a muzzle
up close and so cold
as you pull the trigger
be human thats the problem
as your feeling drive you
insane with all you have seen
and done in this war thats
never ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I understand you well. Try 'Recruit'.