a young woman holding
two babies stands by
a soldier's grave...
while the would be politicians
keep pimping for the vote,
and Wall Street keeps on
doing business as usual.
with her foot she brushes
the leaves from the marker...
and the oldest child whispers,
daddy, come home!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, short but very very powerful. Great poem.