Uselessly divine,
Incredibly benign.
A destructive force,
An incredible farce.
Breathless cries,
Blood-thristy lies.
Foreign nations,
Idle incarnations.
Broken lives,
Kept with knives.
Personified leeches,
Invader breeches.
Corpses decay,
No game to play.
Code of men,
Written in inkless pen.
A code of honour no man will follow,
A corpse, a shell left broken and hollow.
A gunshot to the head of the defenseless,
A war left unfought yet still endless.
A touch of love left in one signle hand,
A bloodstained field centred in the promised land.
A horizon left completely out of touch.
A thousand souls can never be enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem