The iron fist,
Held in his heart,
The hardened heart,
Took a part.
In the fight of it's lifetime.
The fight that could injure,
The innocent,
And unknowing.
One day a child,
Looked at this fist,
And wondered,
Staying in wonderment.
This child gave the fist,
A flower and a kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.