Iron
And
Steel
Hot
Smoking
From
The
Forges
Fettered
By
Irreversible
Sadness
Eyes
Blinded
By
Oblivion
Soundless
Oblivion
And
The
Rest
Of
The
Earth
Marching
Marching
Marching
Caring not
Ever
Just
Marching
Thinking of
Other things
So many
Never
Of
The
forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem