They tore the countryside apart
Looking for a sad and broken heart
A force of policemen crawling through the field
Asking for something to be revealed
But hidden from their sight you lay alone
Your only cover was your skin and bone
And when the dogs recovered you they found
There was no joy, no help, no good, no sound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that could be home on troubled days