He stood his ground and watched the flag
With a chain around his neck and a dog tag
'This is my country. It will not be harmed! '
He said that and meant it because he was armed.
Bullets continued to fly all around him
The air thick with dust made it all dim.
He turned and kept fighting for all that he cared.
On the outside courageous on the inside scared
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem