Gently, gently
Goes the blood moon
Who believes the iron message,
The unsaintly Zion story,
That devours like a lion
On the wing of time?
Oh Earth
Why rent apart
For Archduke?
Scornful voices narrating
Ears and hearts rating
The Kalama and Tama
Hanging in mournfulness
For the furious B-17’s shooting
Allies hurting and crying
Infantry mouths rent
For the parochial desire
Of a few men messiah
Eyes stand iced
At the Reign of Terror
A reign ravaging Central Powers in horror
Earth calms at war
Silence eats up missiles
Euphoria slits across the streets
Suddenly cracks the air again
Over the oasis of sanity
Spitfires hover around Africa
Father mother calling children
Huddling in hideouts
In wails, panic and pools of blood
Babel of emotions cloth the Globe
Peace breaks hell on mortals
Brothers in the Bastille
With the fossilized
Creaking in the white wind
LMGs sinking into their lefts
Young tents wave off into Chaos
For four moons
Infantry eyes freeze
Into eternity
At Verdun and Somme
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem