Do I pretend to have no shame,
Morality cannabalizes my weary brain.
Duty is my inclination,
Is there morality, in wars desperation?
Shades of neuroses in my head,
Discourse, disappointment, aimless dred.
Secrets kept, never revealed,
Multiple ironies, half-truths sealed.
Fears and lies intensify,
I relish life,
I watch men die.
Duty, no feelings in this hell,
Tragedies I can never tell.
Sustain my strength,
Disowning tears,
Mend my heart,
Collect my fears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem written on duty and it is felt so beautiful.