Bullets resounding in dry air.
Blood staining uniforms
Cries and shouts across the field
No one could hear what was
really going on
People lifeless on the ground.
Memoirs being taken from
their discolored clothing.
Breathlessness spreading like wildfire.
War breaking out all over.
Families at home feeling the
pain of separation.
Not knowing if they'll ever return.
Do they not see?
No matter what happens,
it's for the desire to be free.
All wars need not be fought to free or for freedom. But agony caused by war and the way it affects the fighters and near and dear of the fighters is well expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if only freedom was free, but it always seems to come at such a price, and because of a select few the majority will suffer, war...what an ugly thing, brilliant write, well done