The time is known, but kept unshown
With his eyes he stares, but still unclear
Knowing the pain he'll bare, still he dares
From the words of his past, he fights his despair
And with his spears, he won't spare to path a way he'll pass
With tomorrow's torror he's scared, but knowing no one cares
The demands of life, he can't bare
But to submit to life, he won't dare
This warfare will last, and long he shall fight
But sooner he'll know that it is of the mind and not of might
And on the end he ponders, with his purpose in sight
Each plight making him into a knight to live the night
With a strong grit he bares the pain from each tear
He has learnt to never tell life please, but always fight to lead
With the thought that he'll be meat to the earth,
He won't quit in the war to pay his manly pledge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All I will do is comment: This is an awesome poetical feat.