Taking a life so futile and abhorrent
Strangers innocently as they pass by
Uncomprehending not reasoning why
Shaking heads about this dark deterrent
Hit by guilty deep depression
Soldiers still care
They do not give this impression
Maybe time will affect a repair
Holding a life by the stock
Rounds inserted
Magazine in and lock
Sounds perverted
When that time comes for the soldiers call
Not all battle hardened veterans there
Youthful eighteen year olds that all
Turned veterans so quickly, I despair
When you look deep into their eyes
From battles when they return
You may see the tears they cried
As their soul in hell does burn
Should we strive to end all war?
Of this, there is little chance
Politicians pout and caw
Sadly, soldiers have to dance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem