Static-air, forebodes a coming storm
American troops march to global war
Nearly one in ten shall wear a uniform
Raindrops prepare a deadly downpour
Generals discuss Hellish plans
Of how to get from here to there
What to do with conquered lands
When great cities are laid bare
'For Democracy' is why it’s said they’ll win
While pundits spin and wild zealots preach
As was so, not long ago in the city of Berlin
When insane ranting usurped coherent speech
Woe! To those that seek to kill their brother
They know not, their very souls they smother
ROTMS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, well written and I agree with your perspective.