Am down and can't escalate to high;
I see the flown of the sorest;
I weet, it 'll come
And can sense the pain
Of their angry sword.
I see the dead to covered,
The dead of layman and by the forced-flag;
I see the rim, that they insist:
That I must gone
And the pars with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem