The troopers are riding, are riding by
the troopers are riding to kill and die
that a clean flag may cleanly fly.
They touch the dust in their homes no more,
they are clean of the dirt of shop and store,
and they ride out clean to war.
It seems sad to me that young boys are led to believe that war is somehow romantic. Thanks for sharing, Charles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soldiers must be brave every last single one of them who march off to war wondering if they will be alive at the end of the day. There are wars that must be fought but how we hate the loss of our young to its brutal jaws.