How can you honor those
who smile as they shoot
Who laugh when the gun recoils
And a man falls, blood on his boot
In that sea of like monsters
Fathers cry for mercy
Brothers sink down to knees
Ask why they're not worthy
How can you honor those
Who take the light of life
In a single letter, a bullet of O
Causing only more strife
Say it's all for they're country
Say it's all good deeds
But ask the corpses and tears on the ground
They'll beg for revenge on those weeds
How can you honor those
Who loose bombs on blackened orphans
They might have an excuse
To use as a ruse
But it's all just a lie for money
How can you honor those
with poppies that speak of bloodshed
they don't deserve your silence
memories that disappear in the light
Maybe some are good, some bad
but what about the other side
They're as bad as each-other, but ask the mother
she'll say there's a clear divide
between the ones who invade to 'save'
but take money and oil instead
And bathe in luxury while
the rich ground stains
red.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem