The drums of war rang loudly; 'rat-a-dub-a-dub'
Terrifies the souls of all who hear and makes the guts shrivel up
Heard all over the world from Alexandria to Mesopotamia
Then punctuated by the sound of trumpets that deafened the ears of the inhabitants of the world
Dawn has just started but there is always something strange
The dawn doesn't want to rise if only this happens
Likewise the night when the situation is like that
Panic and fear come from all over the world
The sound of bullets from automatic rifles made people hide; 'rat-a-tat-a-tat'
The sound is so loud that it can be heard from the continent of Asia to Antarctica
What's the mode?
What is clear that it was the work of a pragmatic war artist
They are used to spreading chaos in the name of power, religion and ideology
past and present it had been result of a despot leaders who has jargon in the name of perverted beauty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem