The Battle is never won for the last soldier;
The journey across the field seems too long and tiring;
An ugly battle is on with the memories of the lost;
All dying faces seem to greet him with tears of agony;
The soldier drags over the bodies of dead with a white heart;
His blood from feet is not thick to cover their tears of pain;
The Battle is never won for the last soldier;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem