Darkness seeps into the bloodied wound
of peace. Men cry and dictators laugh.
Soldiers fall in silence in the name of
a corrupt richeousness. Taxes burn for
the protection of the walking dead.
Soon war will end and piece be mended
momentarily. Only to be torn usunder once
more.
and the process will begin a new...
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I would like to translate this poem
Great piece on a subject thats close to my heart