If you had one hour left to live,
If one hour was all you had left to give,
Would you waste it all trembling in fear?
Dreading the darkness looming near?
You who struggled through it all
You who stands fast, whilst others fall
You who has suffered from start until end
Is this how you want to be remembered my friend?
You who wouldn't be broken by storm or by rain
I was with you when you faltered
I witnessed your pain
By your side we crawled through the ice and the mud
As one, we fought through the fire and the blood
If this is our last moment, then let us do it right
Remember what life has taught us
'Those who live are those that fight'
If this is our last moment
Then let us sound our war cry
Of those of us who are truly brave
And are daring now to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Top One-Hundred Poets Club' Out of Thousands and thousands of Poems online Mine was number sixty-five. Poet with a Thousand Kills But with weak promotion skills. Poem Hunters lose their way And, at times, become the prey All is fair in War and Love Top One-Hundred Poets Club. All contestants orchestrated Or perhaps they're all related Smiling proud with Pen in Hand We remain the Underrated. It will take a thousand Poets Just to help you stay afloat But nothing beats the satisfaction To receive an honest Vote. Poem Hunts the lamest Ducks I Searched You a thousand bucks Poison Ink reigns from above Top One-hundred Poets Club P.X #65 Charles Monroe Novus Ordo Seclorum