Guns firing
Body’s falling
A Lone man
Shovel in hand
Burying the fallen six
Their last breaths claimed
They leave the world behind
Children, wives and family alike
One hundred years later
Their bodies uncovered
By innocent farmers
Now these soldiers
Can lay to rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A short but powerful piece, Ethan. Thanks