My brother wears that uniform
The one the soldiers wear in war
He was a lucky one you could say
He was one of those who got to stay
But still the fear of reality came
If the war didn’t end soon, who’d take the blame?
Who would be the next sent over
Whose precious life would soon be over?
I still wander what they thought when death became reality
When all of their training turned into fatality
My brother wears that uniform
The one the soldiers wear in war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like that its good go cunz