A Cold war
Or
A cold peace
Still
Dying
Still
Fighting
Still
Vanishing
The hope
Still
Betting
On that
Green
Money
The glory
Isn’t the gold
That gorilla war
Isn’t a game
What a grain
U will gain
Coffin and groan
So greedy
Barren gale
So gloomy
That goal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It can be interpreted on symbolic level...sad and gloomy depicting hopessness and sensitivity of the poet towards surrounding.