Turn the channel more.
There it is again as before.
The glory of blood and gore.
Images fill my public mind.
That is a way as never before.
I must be a war star - GALORE! ! ! ! !
Into the mud and constant fear.
On the riverbank a wilted ear.
Part of a forgotten stars life.
War is not that image part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem