Blood running down my face
As I walk back to my military base
'Did they leave me? ' I thought
No they were my friends, and side by side we fought
There they are on the distant horizon
croutching in the distant lik a giant laviathan
Then a tug at my gut
Then it became evident
The greatest nation has never been benevuolent,
benevuolent to the individual!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem