I, among this Army of Poets!
Millions. Fragile and exhausted.
Armed only with wit and words.
Bodies and Souls in these trenches
Of Imagination.
Yet solace and strength reside
In our hearts.
I, Among these fearful faces
Chisel’d from sights against our grain,
I Know this War will last forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you're winning the battle! great stuff!