with a blood red eye stare
as though the devil himself
was felt in the air
a fog on top of a mountain
air so thick cold unafraid and alone
my M4 will bring me home
7000ft along a border
countries with futures
unknown
bullets sent to the east and west
cought in the meadle of this distress
are coalition forces put to the test
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem