Today I took some photos of yellow flowers
in a field that used to be a battle ground
The locals know little about it, but I think it had
to do with access to the salt mines, and to think
today we try to avoid salt, but back them salt was
a way of preserving food. But naturally the war was
not for commerce, soldiers fought to defend freedom
and they were given the spiel how brutal foes were.
Today it is about oil and we are given many accounts
yet we have many people like the “Sniper” whose
murderous conduct was made in the name of freedom,
when it was fought in the filthy black mass of horror, but
the photos I took showed a field of yellow flowers and
where the word coward is a compliment to those who have s
seen the amalgamation of dreams and the possible
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem