Let the boy ridicule the military man,
How cruel could words be uttered in Afghanistan.
Akimbo with all spitefulness, like a rascal son;
And booming with hatred and abomination.
Lend him to argument of rigorous use,
And let the boy address the military man for a truce.
Or give him bullets whose solid teeth,
Are piercing and sharp for perhaps a ‘wreath’.
For his teeth appear to be across his face,
Showing from grinning, there in case
The serviceman decides to shoot the boy-soldier
From his spot, and deliver himself from danger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it.. lots of thought went into it.