$150 millions, first take
best film in 2015 made
every man, would awake.
American sniper
aimed at a bomb-boy dropper
fired in caliber.
Butcher's Legend
his girl's loving inpatient,
Waste-dad, 'n split-second.
War with Mustafa
he shot so near, yet so far
and escaped aha.
Called by hunted names
home helping his PTSD men
he's shot by this friend.
An action gestalt
tilt minds and melt hearts,
but,
erase me not
my obliterating guilt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem