One by one they screamed.
Child after child getting massacred.
No lives to be spared.
That was our orders.
The air filled with their screams.
The place wrecked with blood from all ages.
Our orders where to destroy everything,
Leave nothing behind.
Burn it all and shed as much blood as we can.
We had no fear,
No feeling at all.
That’s how we were made.
We massacred a whole village with in only seconds.
Left nothing there but burnt ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You should read my poem called a massacre you might like it! good poem.