tortured souls walk through this place
i look at face after face
and in each one i see a piece of me
their futures we try to foresee
and failiures we try to prevent
their time in hell not yet spent
so we hand them a rifle and uniform
they're sparkling boots not yet worn
as they stand proud on parade
not yet been on their first crusade
their families so proud
they pledge allegiance to the crown
the war torn soldiers pass them by
a tear wells up in their eye
they see themselves standing there
the tender youth so unaware
of the torment and troubles they will face
outside the walls of the army base
Katie, you have a wonderful writing style. This is so hearfelt and well put, puts your reader right into the moment. Keep writing. Marilyn
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I would like to translate this poem
Got that right you are so good, keep writing! you write it ill read it!